He Is My Home

Don’t confuse my words with my heart;

I am his, totally and completely.

 

Today I saw a photograph of him

After a haircut

And I smiled

Because right there

In that little frame

Void of a smile

With the frustration of dealing with me

Seen on his face

Is my home.

 

He is where I lay my worries

Where I have my heart

Where my mind wanders

When I have everything to think about

But I only want to think of him.

 

He is the reason I don’t distrust anymore

The very single clarity I have in my life

When I know nothing at this moment

I know he is mine.

 

He gives me loyalty and devotion

I’ve never had before

A steady hand in an unsteady world

He is my home.

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