There is a room inside me
That was all window and no door,
A chamber of echoing, high ceilings
And light that was beautiful, but cold.

Then you came,
Not with a knock, but with a breath,
And the windows bloomed with steam.
You brought in a pot of strong, black coffee,
The kind that stains the soul awake.
You hung your coat on the back of a chair
And the fabric smelled like a horizon after rain.

Now, this room is our sanctuary.
The floor is worn smooth with our dancing,
The walls are insulated with our whispered jokes.
Your name is the simple, solid door
I never knew was missing.
When the world outside grows loud and sharp,
I come here, turn the familiar lock of you,
And am home.