Home
When you retort,
"What is love?"
it is the excitement from
hearing the gate creak,
knowing it is you about to unlock the door.
It is
utter dependence,
trusting you would pick up the phone
when I'm too scared to walk back home.
The relief
everytime you approach.
When you enclosed me in your arms,
and offered your hard-earned money
for me to fly and grieve,
that was love too, I think.
You would walk back
every single time I lose my keys
and make sure I'm safe inside.
And in those moments,
as comfortable albeit confusing as they were,
I fell for you slowly, then completely.
My friendship turned to yearning,
my thoughts shifting,
from my partner to you.
Unfair to compare
mediocrity to the Best.
As uncouth as you were
at times,
In my mind
No one comes close.
It isn't that I can't,
but I simply don't want
to imagine the next year, my life,
without you.
Home is where love resides
And my home is with you.