Returning Home
This house can hold me
She has done it before
Condensation on
Window panes like
Slow tears wetting
A blade of grass
Blinking S.O.S.
In the sunrise
I can see clearly
With my eyes closed
The light changing
Direction ever so slowly
Inside my thin lids
Subtle warmth rising
Drying moistened cheeks
She sings to me this morning
We will rebuild each other
-me
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