A part of here
This house has adopted your smell like a child;
made it welcome, made it a part of itself.
You live here already – absorbed into walls
and woods and fabrics, making them known to you.
There will come a time when I can no longer
sense you while I change the linen on our bed.
By then, you will be so much a part of here
that I’ll never want to think of when you weren’t.