Comatose Home

I don't feel like coming home.
Even though I thought "home"
Was never home without you and yet,
I don't feel like coming home
When there is so much doubt on change,
And there are new responsibilities to consider,
When secrets have been divulged without any care;
And it doesn't feel like home is with you.
It feels like home has been displaced,
It feels like home has disappeared into that space,
Between life and death, comatose;
Home has turned into something
That no longer exists,
Except in the dark recesses of my mind,
Where everyone else ceases to exist.

September love

I thought someday, someone,
A man would make me feel
That this world is mine;
And then you came along
Blown in my face by a September wind,
Hot like a bonfire made for my December,
(December was the only month I ever lived)
You held my hand and -
I learnt that I am complete without another (hu)man,
I learnt of months existing without the hailstorm,
I learnt to feel the heat and get wet in the rains,
To leave caution to the winds and let love breeze in;
Like you did, to show me a universe of mine.
Ours.