Nothing short of dying can glorify the feeling of coming home.
It is an itch at the roof of your mouth that will not go away.
A common cold that beds down and promises to stay.
Home is the hastened treat for the family pet.
It is a neighborhood where we can be heros…just for one day.
I have captured memories of you in my heart.
When we first met…
At the time,
lone cedar shacks were the only things housing my regrets.
Patchwork comforters provided no comfort.
Blood enemies held leather belts for punishing cohorts.
No longer ill at ease with four walls…
Nothing short of being reborn compares to you.
Nothing short of being at home…compares to the things you do.