Remembering the days I came home.

Home. 

A place where minutes melt away, becoming dirt.

With nothing but Love, for my lonesome bones

Where shared heartbeats remind me that its okay to be alone.

A place where I love harder than I seem to hurt.

Only these moments quench my thirst
For free, I am me. Just she.
Not another Skirt.

Home. 

A place where hugs are "Hello's"
And "I love you's"  never get old,
A place where "I told you so" is a four-letter word
and "Goodbye's" are left for telephones.
A place where your kisses escape me 
And the warmth of your breath, in my ears, is a dead tone.

Here, all heartache and heartbreak are lost unto me
And the youth in my neck releases its grip, painfully
How it is, that here, I came to be
Blistered and Untangled, 
to what little I am free.

Home.

Where my childhood memories Are, 
Branded in crayon on walls, and
Tattooed into carpets, covered in barefeet.
Where sippy-cups and coffee mugs share cupboards politely,
And tin cups of luck, stand at doorways protecting our daily journey, 
All, reassuring me of the better days that have come and gone,
Long before I hung my smile within a lover's arms.

What a fool I have begun to be
Aging in mind. Growing older in soul.  
Yet, still running blind-folded, with scissors into the street. 
Sometimes I wonder, if I will ever meet Me
Whispering words into the wind, as it is blown over my cheek
 When the time comes, I should learn where to go
Dragging my ego in tow, towards home  
to that sweet sacred place I know
IT IS THERE.

For sure, I will Re-Feel the best of
All the Love I've been shown.

Test, after test,
after miserable test.