my house is a home
Greet me at the door
Lights on. Keys at the counter.
The stumbling of footsteps down the stairs
Shoes scatter at my hallway
The sink is fuller than I left it
Knives and spoons.
Fresh laundry and the sound of the shower
We find home in between the lines of sleep and work.
Laugher and warm hugs before bed.
My heart bubbles with joy.
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