Nostra domus

Without you my heart is wary

My lips and fingertips lost and forsaken.

I travel by low light; widowed are my feet on unfamiliar ground.

In solitude I shed a tear or two, in hopes of not losing memories of you.

An ache I can not touch consumes like a cancerous tooth

And in my solitude cry an icy embrace grips tears I try to hide.

I lie awake on many of nights, and still my mind can not hear your voice.

Like a morning mist that kisses an early bright sun, you are gone.

A fire that burned so bright has been wicked from sight

Do I still see what was, do I manage this desert alone?

From your light that twinkles in the night sky

To the withering flowers at your grave site

I ask if you are home

For this is my commination,

Nostra domus,

Our home!