Home

It felt like home with a slight taste of loneliness while the tv was on, and you laughed saying it watches you..... and here we are once more looking at the deer out the bedroom window our clothes on, you said it would wreck it all otherwise. It felt like home the pictures on the wall spoke their glory replicas photography in the raw of ansel, and your mothers coffee cup on a side table, years after she passed, still our clothes on, you said it would wreck it all otherwise. It felt like home in your sisters old bedroom, patchwork quilt soft as snow, you said she looked like me, as you kissed my cheek goodnight, our clothes still on, you said it would wreck it all otherwise.