new home

33.

for so long,

home was cold walls

and dusty furniture;

awkward family dinners

and a place to sleep at night.

and right now,

in this moment

under the rustling leaves

of a tree

and wind rushing around,

home is the person sitting next to me.

home is big brown eyes

and black hair;

home is the chest i'm leaning against

and the soft hands holding mine.

home is with you;

home

is

you.

♡