Hello, I've Been Thinking A Lot About Coming Home

They reverberate, those
Simple words that mean
More than the sum of
Their measly syllables,
As you make a molehill
Out of a mountain with
Your casual tone,
But your trepidation is evident
In the hidden shakes of
Your hand and the thump
Of an adrenalised heart,
Unseen, but betrayed by your
Traitorous formal hello
And gruff nervous overtone,
Like you fully expect
A painful rebuttal, a no,
For my lips to drop an
Unexploded bomb into our future;
Never, you are already in
My heart, warm and comfortable,
Wrapped in the blanket
You gave me as a keepsake,
Part of the furniture in
My shabby-chic existence,
And you are always welcome.
So stay, stay with me and
We can hide inside for days,
Make the bed a fortress,
Pretend the world of
Judgemental friends and families
Does not even exist,
Create our own reality
Between the sheets and try,
With brimming hearts,
To make up for the time
We have lost.