Poems & Quotes

In this House we call Home

I sit here all by myself,
waiting for the day you show
up on my doorstep.

Longing for the warmth of
your body to touch my
cold, fragile skin.

I sit in the darkness I call
my room,
to wait for the sound of rocks
on my window.

That's when I know you'll
be there,
waiting for me in this house
we call home.