Poetry

Making Home

Freshly painted walls,

The smell still lingers,

Recently pierced to hang

The memories of our lives.

Our first home

Slowly, but surely,

We are transforming a space

And turning it into the place

Where you come home and

I get to greet you with a kiss

Where we stand side-by-side

To create dinner and wash dishes

Where we spend long nights

Watching movies and holding

Each other close.

Just happy to be

in a place that we call

home.

 

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