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Month: February 2025

Home is Where I Am Me

Home is Where I Am Me

I spot the word

“Home”

scribbled on a page.

What I see is you.

Not four walls

and not a roof.

No freshly painted door

or bright windows.

There are dreams of places, but they are not mine.

What is home?

Not a place anymore.

Not even my beloved country.

It is hidden in your face 

and it is you.

Home is in your eyes

the warmest brown,

my favorite color.

Home is your hands.

To see them, to feel them

is to be safe and loved.

Your smile is mine. 

When you laugh,

and your eyes squint with joy

my soul lights up.

When someone asks me 

“where is home?”

I cannot think of anything 

but you.