Home
There is nothing safer
Than the flecks of gold in his eyes
Nothing untold in the words
falling from his lips
Nothing else I've found
That describes home so fully
Not the feeling of shutting the car door
and letting silence fold in
Not the confines of my own skin
Not the faded and tattered Welcome mat
Before each sound proof door
Since moving around from house to house
Across the world and back again
I only just realized home
Is not a pile of bricks with an entryway
It is in his arms
His lips
His smile
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