I was sitting alone in your apartment waiting for you to return.
You sent me a message,
“I’m sorry I’m running late. I’ll be home soon”.
As if you had spoken these words,
it rang though my ears over and over again.
“I’ll be back soon,” you could have said,
but instead you said “home”.
I like the idea that you were coming home to me,
and that at that moment, I was a part of your home too.