"Home is where the heart is."
The lone sign that still remains
On one wall,
After all
The gains and losses,
After all the joys and pains.
After all the laughter.
After all the happy conversations.
After all the visits to book stores
And to comic book stores
And DVD and CD stores
And Sci-Fi places.
After all the coffee houses, and poetry venues.
After all the movies and music concerts;
And after scores
Of other places we went to, together--
And so many shared activities.
After enjoyable visits we had with our other friends.
After many church services and events.
After all the breaking of bread together
At different restaurants with varied menus.
Telling each other what we really did feel, and truly did think.
After enjoying Brian's delighted enjoyment of food and drink.
After all the smiles have vanished from our faces.
After the dark thirsty dusk drank our last shared dawn.
After Brian passed away, gone.
Yet the sign still tells me: Home is where the heart is.
I remember when I put that sign up.
Brian and I had been out shopping,
Where I picked it up.
"Brian," I said, as we stood side by side,
Looking together at that newly placed sign,
I said, "Brian, this is home.  But if we ever move,
We'll take this sign with us, and hang it there."
Brian nodded, and said, Yes, we would.
Then I added: "But we don't need a sign to prove
Where home is for us: Home is where we both are;
Because we are friends who truly care."
Brian smiled, and said: "That's right, Michael.
Home is where the heart is."

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Written by Michael LP, aka PoetWithCancer
aka (thanks to my dear friend Luna Marie) Mr. Poet
Written on Tuesday, January 24, 2012  4:29 PM PST
58 degrees F.  Humidity: 19%   Forecast: overcast
Copyright (C) 2012 by Michael LP.  All rights reserved
(Copyrighted for my estate)