Inlove; Home Is Where The Heart


Time crept up over my shoulder, as I admired
Fifty years of the same fixtures
This house had a hold on me
Memories, tangled into the textures and tiles
Charmed with the chairs unchanging strength
The nights the aroma of the kitchen kissed me
Weekends of impermanent women
You were still around
Luminescent lights beaming with love
Connected to every crevice
The walls cry as a depart from my once domestic niche
Stepping onto the porch pain surfaced as I proceeded away
Only to go down in my demise
Leaving my house, and my heart.

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