A person...

I am sure that you have heard it said, that home can be a person instead.

For me, this was truly unknown, for me, my parents house was my home.

Even years after I had left, had a family, my house, was still bereft.

That man was not the one, he left me dimmed for his fun.

My babies eyes held some light, but something was missing despite,

how much I loved them through and through,

it wasn't until that night

I knew.

His eyes met mine across the crowd, the first time he silenced the loud.

Since that day, the feeling has stayed,

Four years past, I know at last.

In those arms, against that chest.

The rise and fall of every breath.

I am tense and stressed a lot, and then in his arms I'm caught.

He holds me close until I melt, the safest feeling I've ever felt.

Eyes close and breathing slows,

muscles become pliant and my mind goes silent.

If anything the love has grown, the most amazing peace I have known.

A person, my person, is now my home.

-AD