Home is more than the four walls I live in.

Home is his big arms wrapped around my small body, 

holding me tight into his chest,

Keeping me warm like the fire burning around us

 as we watch the the hues of the orange sun

 fall 

        from the sky.

Home is the way his eyes look at me, telling me he loves me. 

Home is the way I can walk in public and smell his warm wood cologne, reminding me of him. 

Home is the love that he gives me

 even on the bad days, when tears are 

Falling

 down 

my cheeks, 

falling 

like the leaves 

fall 

off the trees.

Then when all the leaves 

Fall 

                                                                  Off the trees around us,

the four walls of our home that were our arms became unlinked

and the walls finally

fell 

one 

by 

one 

Home was the way his sea blue eyes looked into mine

Home was the way he kept me safe

Kept me happy

Kept me sound

And now no where is home 

And instead of taking a bigger breath when I smell his cologne 

I hold my breath and walk faster 

 And I keep walking 

Because home will never be him again