Home

No, My Love
_a house is the bricks
__and the mortar

But Home

Home is the people you fill it with
And I will always be
_a place you can call Home
And you will always be
_Home for me

Many soles and souls
_will pass through
And god, I wish
_I wish some of them didn’t hurt
__as much as they do
I wish those special few
_weren’t special because they had to leave
I wish they took their hats with them
_wish they didn’t forget their scarves or umbrellas

But I promise
_I will stay and stoke the fire
And we’ll take these snapshots
_these memories they left
And we’ll make a day of it
_hang them over the cracks they made
__laugh together as you tell me the stories

Cry, if you wish to

And we will make a home of ourselves
_for those that wish to stay
And I promise you
_one day
__there will be a person
___special
____because they did

A Poem by Colm Horgan