hearth

you light a fire in me.

a hearth.

as I’ve said before

the heart is the home

and you are at the center

providing light in the dark

and heat in the cold.

you are the thing

I come back to

at the end of a grueling,

bitter day.

you are the center

of my everything.

you’re my home

and I’m a homebody.

you’re my heart,

driving my ambition.

and when you are gone,

I find the warmth of you

hidden in the laundry folds

of my life.

the blanket you cover me with

when you think I didn’t notice.

the crochet you gifted me.

the letters you’ve sent me

as a sign of allegiance and devotion.

as I lay in my bed tonight,

while you are away,

cold and lonely,

my phone lights up

and warmth seeps in.

blushes my cheeks with the sunlight

of your existence.

my heart,

my home,

my hearth,

your love will find me wherever you are.