“Home”

Funny how “home” can change so quickly, and I’m not talking in a structural manner. Home use to be in your arms and now I’m needing a life calendar planner.

New house needs internet, gotta swap over the power, call tomorrow to turn on the water.. in between boxing up my livelihood, taking care of the kids-and you stay out nights on end without bother.

Guess I’ve been homeless a while, though I’ve had this roof overhead. But to live in a loveless home simply for shelter-well I think I’d rather be dead.

Laughter and playtime use to fill every room, rooms we’d all be cozied in together… yet now we are all divided and separate, and I don’t want to do this forever.

You sleep in your chair; me in this big bed, and it’s been our routine for a while. You have your excuses, turning me down on the daily-and then act surprised I want out, in denial.

I will make that house our new home, and fill it with singing and dancing. The house will come alive with us three, and that thought alone I am romancing.

Home; The thought of it all makes me smile.

Home; My last days here in yours..I’ve been ready for this for a while.

🖤