Affinity

I could pack a bag at moment's notice

With those run away with me eyes

And the corners of your lips

Wherein lies the hope I thought I’d lost.

If this isn’t home

Maybe I want it to be.

Admittedly,

I have fantasies of

Dancing in the evenings

To the sound of your guitar.

What it would be like to

Wake up to your breakfast

And be kissed by you daily,

As contented by your ghost stories

As the sweet silence we’d share.

I’d be the keeper of your secrets,

Painting your favorite colors

Over your walls.

You’d be the place I can be myself,

Recording your dulcet voice

Over my old tapes;

An affinity becomes an eternity.

If we’re not careful

We may live happily ever after.

We may find the things we stopped looking for.