of other wrongs, sins and songs

home ***

home

counting the walls closing in on me, the walls that were supposed to talk to me but my heart is aching into an empty silence

counting the hours of calling my sisters for dinner, counting the days sung away

counting the times my heart was broken here, saving the worst for last and healing only one of the other worst ones

zippers tearing and breaking, daylight moon promises and falling in love, blood spilled over kitchen tiles, pushing and pulling chairs, trying to save each other

where's this home of ours?

~ a home with sisters is not measured in square feet or debt. it is measured in apologies, songs and water balloon fights