Something in me settled into place.
I realized I was no longer searching for a place to belong.
Home was not a roof or a street or a future dream.
Home had your voice in it, your hands, your stubborn kindness, your unwavering softness that meets even my storms.
It lived in your warmth, in the way you choose to stay, in the quiet kindness that does not ask to be seen.
Realizing that was like watching a lantern being lit inside my ribs, and everything in me filled with light.


















