The House Where I Live

This is the house where I lived
When I was a child, he said
But paused only long enough
For me to see the door
Stop, I pleaded...
I want to see the windows you dreamed out of
The front steps you sat upon
The familiar old cracks in the sidewalk

I want to hold the hand of a little boy
Who became the man I love

We will go back one day, he promises
It isn't a sad place
Because the house still stands
It still exists

This is where you dreamed, My Love...
This is where you laughed
And smiled quietly
This is where you ached for the world
And the stars cut you out
Hanging your dreams upon the moon

What do little boys wish for?

I placed my hand gently upon his heart
And whispered
This is the house where I live...

(He smiled then, and two inches in, took me home...)