Coming home, you belong to someone,
in a sense,
this is what coming home means.
There is someone that is yours
and you theirs.
"Where were you last night?
You seemed a million miles away."
She continued what she was doing,
never really acknowledging the question
instead asking if perhaps they should drink some wine.
Her smile was subtle,
like she still retained mysteries
that even those whom she belonged to
would never really know.
-Summer Richards, 1/22/08