Home Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

The windows weep heavily
as the cross, grey skies pour down
the damp streets are deserted
there isn’t much of a sound.

A lone lamp lit in the living room
she sits by the window sill
staring into empty space
lost in thought, she was elsewhere.

Stroking her auburn hair
wishing he thought of her
just so he could there quicker;
the scary downpour is taking over.

Head-lights appear on the driveway
he enters through the door
soaked in his layer of clothes
she ran, wrapping her arms around him.

Two shadows embrace and kiss
their foreheads touch, the air tickles
swift thunder breaks out in the skies
but her heart didn’t tremble; she was home.