My Haven

A home of comfort, for the love of this small family.
Every piece of this abode comes directly from the love I give.
Small treasures of who I am placed carefully in the quiet corners.
No one will realize the effort I gave to get it just right.
The candles illuminate the room frequently, the room full of fragrance,
but the place still feels empty even when I know love lines these walls.
Loneliness still haunts, this ghost I can never quite shake.
I have the world, all the glories I could possibly hope for
except the one part of life that I will always desperately want.
A home, this home I built to perfection, full of our laughter, our joy,
but lacking the one thing I can't quite explain.
I walk into the bedroom alone each night after kissing her little face good night,
wondering if anyone will ever do the same for me again.
Am I doomed to lie in this bed alone for the rest of my life?
I have my home, my hide away, this place that I built just for us,
and eventually it will feel like enough, my haven.