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Some Lessons Sting

These are just walls

And beds.

It's just a kitchen

And some dishes.

It's just a couch 

And a TV.


Truthfully, my love,

You are my home,

Not the space between these walls.


Wherever you go,

Will you be my home

To come back to

When the sun sets,

And the darkness comes?


These are just walls.

And a toilet. 

And a refrigerator.


You are my home, my love.

It's you.

It's always been you.

You are the home I waited for.


Not the clothes in this closet.

Not the shelf full of books.

Not the running water;

Or the electricity;

Or the heat.


It is you;

You are my home.

Wherever you go,

I go with you. 



-CH 11/30/25

 
 
 

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