pms and foggy days

this is home
Did I mistake the tenderness of your words?
With my open hand on your heart,
My head on your chest.

I said I love you,
You want me to be happy.
Zipping up the moment like a tight pair of jeans.

My friend, we are oceans divided
By the comforts of home,
And the soft curve of loneliness.

I was the one who left
Resolved you would never consider that
You are the point inside where joy begins.

marlene kelly