This space
Gradual manifestation of warm
We chose it for the windows
And the Lazy Susan
Wood panelled doors, floors, cupboards, and more
My grandmother would’ve liked the decorative covers on the light switches
There was an aim
Unstated but cemented
We’d hoped to be peaceful together
In our first attempt at the long-haul
Notes in lunches
Sketches on the whiteboard
Hallway hockey with Wicket the Cat
I’ve worked at coming home in many spaces
But cowered to some degree add every interval
If I stretch out here I am not afraid for my life
We’ve made progress there
And in the earthy tone furniture
Also in bringing out grandma’s China on any day
She would have liked that we use her tea pot to make hot Toddy’s
There’s supposed to be two people owning the space
But we’re shy to build a blanket fort just yet
And the humming of the fridge always makes it feel like it’s not ours
Ours would be silent
And sea foam green
And ours would have a purple hallway
Why not?
And ours would constantly have records playing
We forget the player’s there in the corner by the cat tower!
And ours would smell of roses
Not the previous tenant’s patchouly fetish
And ours would be filled with dogs
Not limited to our precious kitty
We’re Link in the Temple of Home
Finally finding the Compass but nowhere near the final test
I know will wake up one morning in the same bed in a different house
With the same cat by a different window
With the same hum from a different fridge
And assume we are dreaming
But for now the floor is hard,
The walls are vertical,
The cat is never quite at ease,
and we are not yet home.
Written by: Sarah C Louise