This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Rowan chapter.
“A Face to Call Home”
I want to find the key to our house
Under the weathered rug outside,
By the wooden door that separates
Our love from the outer universe
To wiggle my toes in the warm shag of the
Rug in the chilly hallway,
Toss my keys in the bowl on the side
And drape my jacket over the armchair,
Drape my arms over your shoulders.
I can’t wait to come home to a family,
To have at nighttime
The privilege of getting to lie awake next to you,
Watching your eyelids flutter closed
Until mine start to do the same.
I keep hoping that one day
Our tiny little forever
Is big enough to fill a whole house