Homes of pink and green,
Of brick, of lego.
Of children and their screams,
Of curtains letting go.
Indulging in between
Scents familiar behind doors,
Burying faces deep
Into clothes no longer worn.

Hear that same doorbell
Taste that same wait
Curled up in memories,
Of all that happened late.
Climbing up those stairs
Into one heart after another.
Lighting up that desk
Where once we sat together.