91. Home

Today,
I met someone looking for a home
Wandering places, meeting new people
Existing in a flat,
Money and riches in plenty
In spite, this person, reticent
Insecured, frightened
She's ​looking for a home

When she shares her likes
When she talks about hikes,
When she shares her stories
Even When she doesn't
She's looking for a home

She carries a pretense,
Sassy, sarcastic, rude
It's just a brood
Look deeper,
She is fretting,
scratching her nails
On the walls
In reality,
She's looking for a home

Finally she found one,
It was him,

"Touch me in a way no one ever did"
He hugged her tight, as his bid
Least she expected this hug
She was used to living like a rug.
He,
The one who made her flat, a home
She'd started living in this small dome
The sassy turned to sensitive
Reticent turned to raw
She glowed of relief
No more agitated and stiff
He was a Traveller
she made him her destination
He wasn't to stay
She wasn't to move
In her eyes, were his vision
In his eyes, were his frustration
He was an exhausted wanderer
She was his unfound destination
I forgot who was looking for a home
He confided in her
She resided in him
His journey became his destination
His hunger calmed by her company
They rented memories
They painted stories
She wept like a kid in his arms
He slept like a baby, on her lap


I met someone looking for a home
I found someone who is now my home