A Letter from Home III
I walked around the room as I packed my things, our things.
The cold wall around me asked what I am thinking about,
I answered,
“I miss him.
I miss our time
together,
The good and the bad,
the roller-coaster,
The laughter and the
tears,
The hopes, dreams, and
fears,
Those are times well
spent.”
The cold floor asked me the moment which I miss the most,
I answered,
“It’s in every simple
little detail,
It’s when our skin
rubs each other accidentally when we’re sleeping next to each other,
It’s in his soft
breath as well as his loud snoring he makes while he’s fast asleep beside me,
It’s in the way he put
his arm as my pillow, even when knowing that it will give him a stiff arm in
the morning,
It’s when we brush our
teeth together, when we rub each other body with soaps though we have our hands
to do that,
It’s when I make a cup
of tea every morning even without him asking me to,
It’s when he eats all
the food I cook even when it doesn’t suit his tastebuds,
It’s when we play game
console together, even though I end up sulking every time I lose the game,
It’s in the way he
just sits there reading webcomics,
It’s in the way he is
around.”
The lonesome pillow asked me what I would do now,
I answered,
“I would do everything
that it takes to get to him,
For I know that we can
gain those moments, anywhere, anytime,
As long as we are
together.
I would attempt every
effort that can bring me to him,
For I know that we can
create those moments, anywhere, anytime,
As long as we are
together.
In this constant
changing of life, I know we can withstand,
Because we are ‘us’.”
The silence caught me as I retraced that night not so long
ago,
You put my hand on your chest,
And put your hand on mine,
As you said,
“This...is home.”
We may move in and move out from a house to another,
But the home is
always there,
It’s in you,
It’s in me,
It’s in us.
M.F
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