we rarely wonder if we're
gone
to stay.
we assume we will return
and that everything
will still be in its place
at our humble abode.
the creak in the floor,
a dripping faucet,
the cupboard drawer that won't
quite close,
the pipes
that groan,
the cold draft that blows
beneath the door.
it's not perfect, but it's
home.
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