Home Without A House

I miss my home

Not my bed or the sheets I sleep in 

Not the empty halls I roam 

Not the kitchen I mope in 

Not the bathroom I bathe in

Not the smell of my neighbor’s cooking

Not the cold air that coats my body

It’s none of these things

I miss the security of your arms wrapped around mine 

I miss your voice that calms the noise 

I miss the lingering smell of your cologne on my body

It’s not my house I miss 

I miss my home 

I miss you