• The condo my grandparents got
    Sits comfortably on a patch of jade turf
    Sandwiched between another two condos
    Blue siding soaking up the sun.

    "I'm here," I whisper softly as I step in.
    The scent of the flowing, salty ocean lingers in the air
    Seeping into the walls and
    Mixing with memories, long ago passed.

    Forgotten grains of sand scratch against toes
    Waiting to be noticed as
    I carry my travel-worn bag up the carpeted stairs
    Into the room I always stay in
    And everything is the same as when
    My dad would tuck me in and open a book
    The cadence of his words lulling me to sleep.
    The atmosphere says
    Home.