By Jane Rain
Date: 2017 May 23
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Home Sweet Home

I always found it cliche
when people said they felt
safe in so-and-so's arms.
Maybe because I was
always in the wrong arms.
Then the right arms held me
and I understood.
Despite our tumultuous past
and unfortunate present,
time stands still for that little bit
when I'm in his arms.
My mind shuts down
as I breathe him in.
These moments have become
rarities that I treasure.
I long for the peace that I feel
to stay with me,
but it never does.
He never does.
And so on I go,
missing home.