The Guest Poem by Hope Regnum

Your roommates are everything authentic and lovely
I cannot help, but be nosey
I stare in awe of their family portrait
Their decorated fridge
The clutter they leave around
That spoke
'Why would we ever be afraid of loving out loud? '
I shared these thoughts with myself, but I wish I told you How much it meant to see a messy house
Their cupboards and books on display leaving traces of who they were all about
I'd say
'your roommates seem great and thank you for the invite today'
You handed me coffee while I stare at their board games I imagine they play
Little did you know I was planning of ways to make my house a mess too some day