Wednesday, 25 December 2013

To have and to hold

A place where you belong, where you look forward to going at the end of the day.

It doesn't matter if there isn't any hot cocoa

Or the décor is less than optimal.

It matters not that there isn't soft music in the background

Because all that matters is that you belong there.

The shower may be icy cold

The bread might be a little stale.

But you have that spot you long for

That spot that curves around your body just right.

If you're lucky, the fridge is always stocked with ice cream

Chocolate milk, Sandwich meats, cheese of various kinds.

But if you're luckier there's someone there

Who you could share it all with

Curled up in that corner you oh so love.

You know where everything is

You know the best spots to lie in

You know each creak of the floor

Each tick tock of all the rooms' clocks.

You belong there.

You move and breathe with ease

Even if the air is a little dank

The pests are always present, but you already know them best.

You belong there.


 


 


 

I wish I had somewhere I belong.

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