You were my home in the best possible way,
Like the warm embrace of a floral breeze in May,
Like not having to explain and just being held,
Like just a look exchanged but emotions felt,
Like a pair of shoes perfectly broken in,
Like looking across the room and seeing your grin,
Like being calmed by the sound of a steady heartbeat,
Like finding understanding even in defeat,
Like falling asleep after a draining day,
Like a crisp autumn morning only wanting to stay,
And now I’m homeless, my love, and what should I do?
When all I can remember of home is you.