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Nothing is missing in this house;
Not a plate or fork or cushion.
Even things I never cared for are here
Alongside things I care for the most.
Not the dog we’ve always wanted
Or the cat I vetoed way too soon.
It’s all here. All of it. All the time.
The cold and the warm things
And so much of the inbetween,
Moments that somehow became
A force to be reckoned with.
I couldn’t count them all in a lifetime.
It’s as if the Big Bang happens
Every second of every minute
I’m in this space with you.
Nowhere else is quite as magical.
A place to rival dreams.
Ours.