we are from home.
a few miles more and we'll
arrive.
we'll be back
to where we live.
where things are where they
should be.
we will know,
the turn of the knob,
the drip
of water, the creak of floor.
we will know
how the bed
embraces you
at night,
and so much more.
1 comment:
the poem above --about the house looking beautiful in the snow feels like you were/ are describing this.
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