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.”