home.

it's not the color of the walls
or that rug you don't know if you like.

it's not the kitchen filled with
herbs and vegetables and
lots
of
cheese.

it's not the red poster bed
or white down
or that little scrappy dog
and the stately cat.

it's not even the way that i long to take care of you
every night as i build
a sandwich out of
carefully chosen bread
and organic turkey
a smear of mustard
and some greens

no

none of those things make this my home
just you,

just you.