Days at Home

Fifteen days.
Life took over.
Wonderful life.
Life with breakfast.
Seeing her off in the morning.
Looking for her in the evening.
Looking over the patio, ignoring the neighbors.
Everything became home.
NDTV on all the time.

I’ve come a long way,
From paths of fracture,
On journeys with two bodies,
One that lived home, and knows it.
The other, elsewhere, longing, always re-collecting.

To accepting my home is she.
I hold her like she’s my child,
I jump at her sudden fingers, tickling.
Often we laughed so hard, our bodies ached.

She’s a good woman.
And I am hers.

Featured image: Mango pickers (Martinique) by Paul Gauguin,

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