You know how some people feel like home,
Even when you speak after forever?
You slip back into conversation,
Like you’d never stopped.
The playful banter,
The teasing,
The quiet proclamations of love,
The promises of protection from every sort of evil,
And it’s all said without saying anything at all.
Then you worry for a second before saying bye,
What if this is the beginning of another forever?
What if we never speak like this?
What if I lose my person again?
So you text till you can’t keep your eyes open,
Making small talk,
Asking questions to which you want no answer,
And they respond elaborately and in detail.
They tell you that you can ‘shoo’ them away at any point,
But you were hardly ever going to avail that option!
Coz when you find home in the middle of a blizzard,
You layer up the blankets,
Light a fire,
Get a warm bowl of soup,
And curl up with a good book or a movie.
You get comfortable in the comfort of knowledge,
That for once you are enough,
More than enough.
That you are the universe,
The sun,
Moon,
all the stars,
And every single miracle!!!
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