My Only Home

The tea is turning cold beside the keys While headlines rush like salt across the knees I watch you weave the morning into shape Another hour we’re trying to escape The hallway is a canyon made of tasks I’m hiding all the things I didn’t ask But even when the static starts to roar I’m tracing every footprint on the floor. The city is a fever outside the glass I’m counting all the winters as they pass You’re folding up the day to keep it neat While I am just the ghost beneath the sheet But I’m tethered to the way you say my name A quiet spark that outlasts every flame I’m watching how you carry every load The only map I’m following on this road. You’re my only home You’re my only home You’re the quiet in the race You’re the light inside the space You’re the anchor in the sea You’re the only part of me You’re my only home You’re my only home The grocery list is written on your hand Small empires made of water and of sand I missed the chance to stop the spinning clock Or find the key inside the rusted lock But I see the way you mend the frayed design And I’m so glad your shadow falls on mine. It’s the unsaid weight of years It’s the salt inside the tears In the rush, in the gray You’re the part that’s here to stay. You’re my only home You’re my only home You’re the quiet in the race You’re the light inside the space You’re the anchor in the sea You’re the only part of me You’re my only home You’re my only home The house is finally catching up to us The settling of the spirit and the dust I’m leaning in to catch your rhythmic breath... You’re my only home.