For Those I’ve Held Dear

In your apartment
Chicken stewing on the stove
Smells like coming home

To their apartment
On Thanksgiving Day
When I was a girl.

What I wouldn’t give
For one more giant bear hug
One more old story.

I let a tear slide
Then lose myself completely
To breathing you in.

I have a big house with too many rooms, that I can’t afford, anymore. My heart lives in these small apartments I have known, and in places I can’t return to, and in small moments; holding small hands, while they’re small; stories told too many times to tell; heavy heads of loves and babies on my chest.

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