Meeting you was like coming home for the first time in a long time
It was shutting the windows from the cold fall air, turning on the heat and lighting a candle
You were warmth and comfort and when I felt myself settle in I knew I was terrified of getting too comfortable

I know what it is like to leave home
For better or for worse
And I know what it is like to come back again

I left you when the air got cold again and I tried to find warmth in other places and I was okay
I was more than okay

But I missed you in small places I didn’t talk about and I remember what it felt like to come home
I found you in spring and hung on despite the distance like carrying a photograph of a place I once lived in my back pocket

Seeing you now, feels like coming home
And after moving across the country
I know there’s no better feeling than that.