I could tell he was a wanderer
He ain’t never had a home before
I could tell by the way he would wrap himself into my being
How he’d rest his head into my chest and exhale
How he welcomed my embraces
I’ve always prided myself in making my being a safe space
But I could tell he couldn’t trust himself to be still where he was
He’d lay there for a while and I’d let him
Everyone needs to experience what it feels like to feel at home
Even if it is for a little while.