Home

You are the unlocked door 

and freshly sheeted bed, 

when the world is flashing 

no vacancy signs.

You are the couch 

still warm from afternoon naps, 

sweatpants and ponytails 

in the midday sun.

You are the unframed photographs, 

too precious to part with, 

but not perfect enough 

to display for critical eyes.

You are the outdated wooden trim, 

dauntingly pervasive 

and not worth the trouble 

of trying to change. 

You are home.

Perfectly imperfect 

and full of love. 

Home.