Our First Home

before the key touched the door and even before the agent real-stated this, our home i heard the rafters, door stoppers and shutters rattle with our love i saw the garden you’d grow that’d so open my eyes i came to see too the me that came to know you i caught sight of what we were going to be before the key touched the door and what’s more i caught the sense of all who came into our dwell and as I caught them, they did me as well and oh, how they all knew each and everyone how well we had come into this. . . our first home