Transferrable Home….

We sat in a silence that comforted.
The sounds of paper touched,
falling silently…
My fingers dance,
across the only means at my disposal.

Beats float to my ears,
while wine floats to our heads.
There’s a happiness here
that’s absent from “home”.
Our kids sleep, as peace floats in.

Try as we may.
What we return to,
sometimes isn’t enough.
Sometimes home, even in its brevity…
is someplace different entirely.

And even as I stare at you…
day’s sun waning
I know that the distance was worth it.
That this quietude
as foreign as it is…

For now… is home.

Now playing: The Beta Band – Dry The Rain
posted with FoxyTunes

2 thoughts on “Transferrable Home….

  1. This is such a beautiful poem Tad. I can’t even explain my reaction to reading it…I felt like I was reading some of my own thoughts. Though your writing is far more eloquent than my thoughts! 🙂

    Also wanted to let you know I really appreciated your kind comment about having to put one of our ‘girls’ down. It sounds like you, too, have that compassion you spoke of…the world would be a better place if more people felt that way!

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