Sleeping next to you
not only feels like home, it feels like
taking my bra off at the end of a long day.
Like starting to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer
for the fourth time.
Like walking back into high school,
almost like I never left.
You feel like stopping back at Grandpa’s house
for a hug from him, and an unwilling one
from his cat, Fritz.
You are my pillow, when I just can’t keep my eyes open,
a step stool, when I can’t reach the top shelf,
a driver, when I don’t want to or can’t
You have been my home for so long that
even memories from before we met
are synonymous with the comfort you bring me