#I found something in my drafts and it expanded itself into a poem! huh!

[brown-little-robin]

Homesick

Home is something you somehow haven’t to deserve

Edmund Pevensie clinging to Aslan’s mane

pale green flowers around his bare knees

Thad Thawne sobbing in Max’s arms

Jason Todd sleeping in the Manor again

Even death does not separate forever

Home is heaven, love forever even in separation, home is time, home is knowing other people with the deep intimacy of ten thousand breakfasts

you always have time you always come back

Laurelin and Kaylie are sitting under a jlanket (jean blanket) miles and miles away and improbably together and I am so happy for them

I will sit under a blanket with them someday

Love is learning that Elle eats light and grows wings and sleeps in the hollow of a tree and understanding only one of those metaphors bone-deep

Love is learning that Rebekah’s favorite color is that exact shade of red and thinking: if I ever meet her I will give her something that shade of red

Thinking: when I meet her

A bedroom, blanket messy, heavy sunlight melting in it

Love is learning that Laurelin is reading the book I recommended for her miles and miles away

She is reading it under the jlanket

Heaven knows that time can’t separate forever

Heaven knows we won’t be homesick forever

Heaven knows we won’t be homesick for each other any more