Home

Sneaking out of bed and leaving the place I used to call home

To stop the pounding of my heart

Closing my car door softly and turning the lights on low

To quiet the noise of my thoughts

Driving five over and rumbling down the driveway

To walk through the door

I can only sleep in your arms

Sore

My throat feels the way it did after the night I smoked my first and last three cigarettes 

I wonder if it burns from late nights and long talks

Or if the scratching is the truth trying to tear free from my vocal chords