3am soul-searches

What does it feel like

to belong?

Somewhere to rest your head

along with your rain-soaked coat;

a smile,

a hug,

or a hand to hold;

or a gesture of

welcome back's and

-hey

text me when you get home's.

A place to feel whole,

to rest,

to click in place;

and tick dried-out I's

and tick cross-less T's

and feel the teeth

that once sunk your spirit in so deep,

unhinge

and let tomorrow whisper

again, and again

"you're home".