Poetry

Where We’ll Live

Photo by Sponchia.CC0/Public Domain License.
Photo by Sponchia.
CC0/Public Domain License.

I was tearing my life to pieces
You were sitting in the charred ruins of your house

You said: “My house is sad”
I said: “I will make my home with you”

You said: “I built you a house”
I said: “I will make it a home for us.”

Then you said: “I’m tired and cold. I’ve been teaching a long time.”
And I said: “We could move to Spain, and I will grow you oranges.”

Then you said: “I want your home to be your dream”
And I said: “We will live in Puerto Rico, and I raise our food.”

And you said: “I will write poetry in the sun, and raise orchids”
And I said: “I will kiss your head as I go to the fields and bring you dinner.”

And then one day I thought you left, orchids wilted, zoo stilled.
But instead you moved in with me.

Now I say: “I will give you a home in my heart”
You say: “I will make my home with you.”