Miles by Elizabeth Califano, ‘28
You’re close to me
because my heart holds you there
holds a house for you
with a freshly made bed and polished countertops
neatly folded clothes in organized closets
perfectly fluffed pillows and a vacuumed carpet
all for you
even though you’re miles away
but when you want to open the door
to the house
the keys are under the mat
slightly tarnished
from the rain and the storms
the dry heat that quickly turned humid
the cold temperatures that rose to ninety degrees in a day
all for you
yet you’re still miles away
so when you want to hold my hand
and come home
if you even realize there’s a home for you with me
drive the miles to come home
because the keys will still be under the doormat when you get here.
