Home is where the heart is
It’s where I keep the kitchen sink
Contrary to popular demand
It’s also where I keep the sewing kit and the first aid box, close at hand

It’s where I keep the pots and pans
And the dust
Oh how it multiplies without the intervention of the brush
It’s where I keep the plush toy, bought with your last pound
With the words I love you, stitched across the chest
In blue

It’s where I keep the curtains closed
From gossip girl and an unforgiving world
It’s where I wash the sheets, whereupon we had our most beautiful moment
Your smell and your touch is missed
It’s where I kissed the pillow, before silently crying myself to sleep
It’s where my eyes close, but feel no rest

It’s where we used to thrive in each other’s company
Where we would sit for hours and speak of nothing
It’s where I keep my shoes,
All muddied and torn from the miles I’ve walked
It’s where I keep the clothes you left
As you ventured out in a rush after venting your spleen

It’s where we had a garden, now sadly overgrown
It’s where the flowers have wilted
And the weeds have risen
It’s where you gave birth to a baby girl
I no longer see
My infidelity and your anger took care of that
You even left the cat

Home is where the heart is
Keep it close and let it bloom
It’s where we hung the photo
Of you the bride and me the groom
It’s where we planned for a future
Only to be left with all this hatred and hurt

And still the people say
Home is where the heart is

Lara Wilson

Lara Wilson

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.
Lara Wilson

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