Happy MLK DAY!!!
What if she hates the person I am now,
the person I am without her??
What if she decides our relationship is not worth it,
that I am not worth it?
I tap my knuckles on the edge of the elevator,
heart pulsing with fear and excitement
I walk slowly and then,
I see her.
She's sitting there, quietly;
her braids up in a bun;
her mind lost in her book, a devout reader,
I smile and call her name "Ayo"
Her eyes meet mine and comfort washes over me in a wave
I am at home.
I sit down next to her, so lost in time and in love,
she looks the same, but different.
Her eyes carry more sorrow, her face looks tired.
Yet her smile remains unchanged.
The smell of her skin, smooth and soft hits me
I am at home.
Her eyes glance over my body,
noticing every detail.
"You're not wearing a sweater",
she calmly states, with a hint of disbelief.
I nod and look away, nervous but I stop, remembering
I am at home.
Explaining I respond with "More confidence I guess"
She looks into my eyes, looking straight into my soul
I smile knowing she knows me too well
As I tell her the truth, the real truth she listens intently
"I am proud of you" she exclaims and I beam with the joy of knowing
She is home for me.
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I hope you all have someone who is home for you.
~ Have you ever been to Disney World??
NO because it never interested me.
I was in love with Sea World but never Disney.
Showering you with love, joy and good tidings
D.O.
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