One early morning
the sunrise took me home,
the place I have been searching for,
where I did not expect it to be,
right where I was,
not because home is where the heart is—
as mine still wanders through valleys,
asking for directions—but because
home is with the people you love.
With you.
The night you told me you loved me,
that was a first.
My emotions were like the tides rising
because of a full moon.
I know that must not have been easy,
as nothing has been easy for us for so long,
but I can tell that your words rang true,
like wind chimes on a breezy afternoon.
You are why this place can be called home.
You