Home is where your name is written

I write it out sometimes. Your name, you know the one that you wrote on your first grade homework sheets. I sometimes write it, your name and retrace the curves so that it is so inked out that I can take my finger and smear it into a portrait of you. I like the way your name rolls off my tongue. It makes me feel at home knowing that your on my mind and on my mouth. I'm trying hard to make you at home in my home. My life. I want to be able to write you name. Again and again and again. Though at some point I will run out of paper and ink so make this easy and make you mine. We could be as adorable as this blog post.