Love is a home 2021-07-17

Love is a home I have never been in,
I have peeked through the windows, sure,
Stared wistfully through the open door
But I have never crossed its threshold.

Love is a home I have never been in,
I have never lounged in the living room,
never cooked meals in its kitchen,
and never slept in its bed.

Love is a home I have never been in,
I have stood outside at night
warm lights inside inviting
but missing a soul to welcome me.

Love is a home I have never been in,
and likely never will.

© J. K. Fugitt 2021

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Karaoke singer. Love cats and baseball.
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