Home

Home to me,
a place of memories,
the times we shared,
the way you cared,
the smell of your perfume
lingering in the room,
the safest four walls to me,
but for others
home is not the place to be free,
and the rules are enforced
with an iron first
that crushes hopes and dreams,
but really home is where the heart is,
the place where you are at peace
and can work through conflict
a place where there’s no harm,
and for me
that’s in your arms.