Lost

I thought I knew where home was. I thought I found it in you. In the flicker of your eye whenever you winked at me. In the glistening of your teeth when you smiled my way. In the rumble of your voice whenever you assured me life would be okay. In the intoxicating aroma of your natural pheromones that left me drooling for more. In the center of your chest as I laid my head being soothed by the thump thump of your heart while your arms held me tight squeezing away the doubt of my past life. But just when I thought I found my home, I seemed to have forgotten how to get there. As if someone uprooted it from its foundation and keeps moving it making it harder for me to find. I keep looking for home thinking I’m getting closer with every turn but it’s never the right one. And somehow I’ve stumbled into this apartment. It’s not quite like home, but it feels oh so familiar. It rests my mind and my aching body from running on the long journey chasing home. Although this apartment isn’t my forever home, this is where I shall plant my feet in this temporary dwelling and enjoy my stay with smaller comforts. That is until home is found again.