writing feels like coming home
like a piece of my heart was missing
yet is finally back into place

where have you been? 
writing asks
away & homesick 
i reply 

writing has no judgment
or resentment
just a welcoming hug 
that cracks my back 

writing tastes like 
lemon icebox pie 
on my birthday 

writing smells like 
dew in the morning
on the trees that surround me 

writing sounds like 
cicadas screaming in early summer
waiting & waiting 

writing feels like coming home