a celebration

like a breath of 

fresh air,

I close the door 

and I can finally say, 

"I'm home."

a space that is mine,

and mine

alone.

because of you,

I am 

alone.

and yet,

there has not 

been one moment

where I pictured

you closing the door

and I hear you say, 

"I'm home."

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