Splinted

My apprehension has vanished away.

Simply because you promised to stay.

When you cry, I know you hide from me and brush your tears away.

What a shame that our faces and voices reveal us, that they reveal the suffering we strive so hard to conceal.

Only if it remained in our splintered and wounded hearts.

Where we pretend our pain isn’t real.

Making it extremely difficult for anyone to come our way.

We don't mean to hurt or cause any pain. But when you don't have a home,

broken hearts is all that remain.

A home to me, isn’t a home to you.

A physical place and long love is surely past over due.

A home to me, is simply a life with you.