My first home was built with brick and mortar

and bones

and flesh

When I first walked to her I knew she was the one

I envisioned where I’d put the couch

where my head would fit in her arms

I could picture how the dark wood floors would support my feet

How her light would get me through the dark days

Then she burnt down and left nothing behind

She walked away leaving the heart in ashes

Blown away by the wind through the broken windows

My first home was a masterpiece and a death trap

It is only now that I know, Her and Home are temporary bases to build hopes and dreams

I promise next time

I will build on solid ground.

I will build with solid hearts.