With Each a House

Each, our own way of reckoning
and our own ideas of love,
the way we celebrate our time
handed to us, from up above.

Each, with our own frames of silhouettes
that make up, our days gone by;
each of us, with our private regrets
that has taught our hearts to cry.

Each, with our own personal views
and our own ways, of closing the gaps,
living with things that have gone awry
and our own ways of avoiding the traps.

Sharing a similarity
when push comes down to shove,
feeling that pressure in my chest
that tells me, I'm in love.

Both of our expectations
getting in both of our ways,
enjoying both, our quiet nights
as well as our separate days.

Learning all about ourselves
as we finish off, the year;
remembering all the little things
like your breathing in my ear.

Understanding your true sadness
when things don't turn out, right...
like when you tolerate my madness,
when I'm up writing, half the night.

Feeling that flutter in my heart
that causes my thoughts to roam;
each, with our own way of feeling
that each of us.....is home !