HOME

Home used to be…

Those whitewashed walls

That blue bedsheet

That giant painted poster on your wall.

Home used to be…

Sitting in the corner of the room on a Sunday morning

Looking at you

Engrossed in your own world

Yet pausing

To make us a cup of coffee.

Home used to be…

Raiding your fridge when i was hungry

Cribbing about not having junk food around
Home used to be…

Lying in bed, listening to the airplanes

Home used to be…

Staring at the red light from the balcony

Home used to be…

You

Home used to be…

In your arms

Little did i know

That i shared this home with many others

Some ghosts still visited every day

Some remained hidden behind the bathroom door

Some stayed in pictures while some stayed in my absence

That was home to me

And to all the girls you’ve loved before

And the many more to come.