Odette

She is the goodness inside of me

that brightens with the sun;

sending sunspots across the

room to dance with the hope of

the future,

swirling to the pattern of the

heart, and filling the air with

excitement,

love, the purest feelings that

weaves itself in the softness of

my core.

Warmth from a thousand

fireplaces do not compare to the

care that she

imparts on me like the

gentleness of a friend

as she holds me in her loving

arms.

She raises me up like a banner,

perfecting all my flaws,

like I was the only person in the

world.

And who I am I to reject her, to

refuse to look her in the eye

when she is so delicate and true?

I will be a better man tomorrow,

and she proves that.

Homesick

I’m a long way from home, and

my heart is yearning,

For a piece of belonging that

rolls along the cloudy

Horizon of my hometown.

Past the moss-filled ponds,

teeming with waterlilies

and the mallards that swivel

across the ripples

of the waves, I am ailing.

Lingering dread puddles in the

bottom of my stomach,

a feeling of frenzied trepidation,

a tempest that

exudes its windswept reach

to the surface of my soul.

As I proceed through the path of

distance,

the sky above bleeds with the

same blue as back

where I once knew my heart and

home.

The rolling hills and pines are

just the same as

the middle of nowhere and the

ones

that beckon me back home to

you.

And yet, even as I feel the

comfort of sameness,

I cannot help but feel the

difference between myself

and the piece of my love back

where I belong

Homesickness, but not of my

home,

Missing my friends and how they

make me feel,

I’m homesick, because

you’re my home.