June 30, 2008
I moved my things -
and my heart -
into a new space
(a familiar, but more comfortable one).
I found your expectations in a box of books,
your hopes mixed in among my pots and pans.
How did your kisses find their way into my bedsheets?
Confused (but pleased) I evaluate the cracks in the paint,
accepting the beauty of each imperfection.
This house and I understand each other.
Perhaps you were here all along?
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
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