for to me you are
a mango of the tropics,
biting at soft flesh.
there’s a love bug thing going around in the air, and I feel like Cupid’s next 5$ vic.
Now than ever before, I feel like my heart can rest better now, can come home.
Can love, can relax, can encourage freely.
One of the other residents in my apartment, a fellow veteran, told me upon my arrival from work:
‘You’re among family now. You are home.’
He’s so right.