My Home

Wake, work, sleep. 

Repeat. 

I can feel his heat,

Next to me,

Sleeping.

He is the fire that breaks through

The gray, monotomy of everyday. 

Love. Passion. 

His arms around me. 

Feeling content. Safe. 

He must go.

The feelings falter as he leaves. 

Feeling as if... 

Part of my soul has been torn. 

Until I see him again, 

I will miss my home.