There are dishes in the sink.
Toys
dirty clothes
crumbs
strewn about.
A boy pops out of bed for one more
drink
pee
snuggle.
But between us sits wine and candlelight,
there's music in the background that is full of history and emotion,
and your eyes meet mine amidst and among it all,
and there are fourteen-plus years there
and all the moments that have brought us here.
My heart beats steadily
not always in rhythm with yours.
But always with you
I am home.
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