You Can Come Home
When everything is still, you will come home.
When the lights are soft and the air is cold, it will always be here. Warm and inviting.
You don’t need to ask. Just find your way to my door and out from the snow.
When your mind has let go, you will come home.
Back to where you first felt comfort and later first heartbreak. Desperate and cruel.
You don’t need to ask. I will be here to hold your hand and listen.
When you don’t know where to turn, you will come home.
To rich familiar smells, and the people who can offer an escape.
You don’t need to ask. We will be waiting by the windows to watch as you come down the street.
Even when you don’t need anything, you can come home.
Photo by: Sam DeSantis
Words by: Sara Scoggins