Home

Home is where the heart is. My heart is here. I am moving in with R. Truth be told I have been here almost every day for the last three weeks. I am just moving my stuff in to catch up with me and my heart. I told my Dad today. He took it pretty well. I know he is concerned I am rushing things and will screw it up. I am afraid I will screw it up. I am afraid I will get moved in and she will get sick of me. R. is away at an art show for today and tomorrow. I miss her so much. I think it's good to be apart. A little breathing room won't hurt us. It will make it better. I have a new poem for R. It's called Home. I don't want to publish here because I am afraid of copyright infringement now. So much has changed in the last three weeks. I went from being alone to being in love. How is this possible? How did I get so lucky to find the one woman I wanted and needed. She is wonderful. What she sees in me will always keep me in awe. I write her poems and she cries. I tell her things and she cries. She tells me a hundred times how much she loves and then, surprise actually shows me how much she loves me. It makes me so sad I was married for so long and it wasn't like this. I have never seen her upset or mad. We haven't argued or had a disagreement. It's unbelievable. I hold my breath afraid to wake up. Will it last? I hope and dream yes.

Peace

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