part one
sidewalks made of welcome mats lead you to my heart,
to remind you of how i wish it was your eternal home.
I'd keep you safe.
sheltered from the pain of the world
i always save room in my heart
just for your visits
with the dwindling hope that one day, your visit will become permanent.
you'll make a home in my heart,
the home of all homes,
and you'll stay.
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part two
your visits to my heart are temporary.
you always find a reason to leave.
whether it's when you see her, or when you feel lost,
you leave.
but still, i leave the doors to my heart wide open.
free for you to come in anytime.
stay a while, perhaps.
please, please stay.
we sit in the nooks of my heart;
sometimes we are silent.
but, an exchange of glances can say everything
and
it's enough.
i could spend an eternity sitting in those small corners with you.
i act as though your presence is insignificant because
i'd die if you knew how i really felt.
and so i hope you don't notice that every time you look at me, my heart skips a beat.
when i look into your eyes, it feels as though you're taking my heart in those oh-so delicate hands
and squeezing.
but it hurts to know that those eyes are temporary;
it kills me to know that soon, you'll get up and leave.
just leave, like it's nothing.
one minute, I'm bathing in the bliss that is your presence.
the next, I'm picking up the small remnants of you that are left on the floor of my heart.
trying to piece them back together,
as if maybe that would bring you back.
but it never does.
so i look out the windows of my heart
at the paths of welcome mats leading to it.
and I wait to see you walking down them once again
to join me in the home of all homes,
that is my heart.
