the warmth of home

there is warmth in familiarity.

the scratch on
the worn record,
the tear
in a favorite sweater.

your finger finding
the hole.

the stained page of a cookbook,
finding an
old letter,

tucked back into the envelope
it was sent in.
farewell words.

that creak on the step
when your weight
steps on it.

the rattle of pipes,
when the water goes cold.

there's the suit worn
once,
the shoes covered
in dust, set neatly
below.

the pillow, blue and faded
from the sun
propped up
to where you read,
and ponder
a new poem.