Objects: furniture B and I stained,
our IKEA bedroom set (poor days!)
couches where I once cuddled cats.
Noises: trains speeding down wooden tracks,
cushions whapping while kids are laughing,
oven clock chiming–cookies are done!
Spaces still unfamiliar, messy and mismatched,
continuing to mold to our presence.
There’s no place I’d rather be.