Static [manxman]

A Home

It's just something about this place

A feeling--a sense

It doesn't creep up in one certain place

Around any certain people

Or any certain days

No, it arrives at random when there's safety, love, trust...

When I'm home

Home is scarce and mobile

Home beckons me and I crave to return

I remain fearful of home ceasing to exist

Staying home, basking in it, invites ruin

I will not ruin it

Home is where you are

Sitting around all your toys

Creating and innovating, bragging about your abilities

It's where I smell the warm scent

Of green tea brewing at dawn

And rose-scented bubble bath at dusk

We revel in one another

I embrace each piece of myself

And each time you reveal a new piece to me

It only happens at home

A safe place in this vast time and space

Sometimes the feeling returns in a hut at sunrise

When I smell tea or find a rose bush

It strikes like a dagger to the heart

Watching villages innovate beyond their imaginations

Not a day goes by I don't think of the perfect home

One which I never had to leave

One where looks of dread never cross your face

A home where we could raise the future family we already love so much

Places, people, and things vary

Home and move and change

But it will always be home

Eternally, it is you, it is me

We are my home