With your hand on the left side of my chest, You ask why it doesn’t sting any longer, You ask how the scars managed to fade away, How do I explain, that it was you, How do I explain, that you were the one who took this heart built of faults, Built of dents, and the past all in one, And gave me a new home, The crickets that kept me awake at night, have now gone to sleep, This messy hair, is now wrapped in a bun, The dying flowers in my backyard, no longer weep, they have come to live, The wet clothes, have now hung, Under the sun The dirty floors are now clean, Not in need of even one sweep, This home, Is our home, Without you, what would I have done? Published in Daily Times, October 18th 2018.