Where I Belong

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The taste of your skin has a hint of vanilla.
The smile that appears when I say something funny.
When my look catches you off guard.
You have let your hair grow since the last time I saw you.

What I wouldn’t give to fall asleep in your arms each night.
To listen to you breathe, to be the one to hold you when the nightmares become too much.

My job keeps me away, a job that I’m planning to give up.
I’ve come to the realization any job will do. I can bag groceries or clean toilets.
It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is that
I’m able to
kiss you good night
kiss you good morning and
make you blush in front of your family.

Those are going to be my new goals.

I’ve learned that being away from you is no longer what I want.
Dreaming of you every night is no comparison to you falling asleep on my chest.

All I want, anymore, is to turn on my side each night reach over
and know
this is where
I belong.

— Nicole Barden 1/18/2021

Originally published in What Is Love To You on Medium