Times Two

Imagine.

Watching parts of your soul—

flow—

through a smaller being.

Imagine.

The sound of burbling laughter—

you created.

A large alluring smile—

like the one you found peace in.

Imagine.

Watching parts of your heart—

grow—

outside of your body;

enjoying effects—

nostalgic to just you.

Imagine.

Knowing your home—

is a small fraction—

of you and another.

Realistically,

this is my home—

love-filled: ever-growing.

It is—

ups, downs,

in-betweens.

It is—

melt downs exceeding—

hours-

and laughter that follows.

Nightmares at—

3am-

And cuddles that—

linger.

It is—

years to come filled with—

memories-

laughed about—

later.

My home is not a—

place.

It is not a—

thought.

My home is—

a small fraction of—

myself and another-

times two.