“Home is where the heart is.”
If this is the case, my heart is never with me; it travels down roads and wanders into faraway cities.
My heart listens and its beat shifts to echo the one closest to it. It's all a conversation that fuses into immeasurable understanding.
As my heart visits all who I hold dear, each host receives a piece of it. Giving each piece is painless. It's a promise to return, a signal of permanence, and a gesture of trust.
I have some homes nearby, but others are in places I can’t reach. Even then, I know the piece is still in their care—even in homes that are no longer in this world.
I also hold a piece, and in calm moments we sit together. My heart, at ease, sounds like a metal windchime and gentle laughter. It relays sweet memories with loved ones when I feel alone and encourages me to hug them all tighter when I see them.
What a beautiful rumination on love 😭