Where We’ll Live

I was tearing my life to pieces You were sitting in the charred ruins of your house

You said: “My house is sad” I said: “I will make my home with you”

You said: “I built you a house” I said: “I will make it a home for us.”

Then you said: “I’m tired and cold. I’ve been teaching a long time.” And I said: “We could move to Spain, and I will grow you oranges.”

Then you said: “I want your home to be your dream” And I said: “We will live in Puerto Rico, and I raise our food.”

And you said: “I will write poetry in the sun, and raise orchids” And I said: “I will kiss your head as I go to the fields and bring you dinner.”

And then one day I thought you left, orchids wilted, zoo stilled. But instead you moved in with me.

Now I say: “I will give you a home in my heart” You say: “I will make my home with you.”