Why are you home?

She asked the question.

The answer wasn’t as easy

As it would seem.

Why are you home?

Is it the warmth in your laugh

Even on a chilly day?

Is it the calmness in your demeanor

When everything has gone awry?

Why are you home?

Is it because you are willing

To call me out when needed

But kind and caring

When you do?

Why are you home?

Why does my heart feel happy,

at a quick text about your day?

Why can I tell you almost anything,

Even if I feel I’m being a fool?

Why are you home?

Then she wondered….

Am I home for you too?

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