Love Or Something Like It

by Tisa Caruso

Your voice like a subway, rhythmic and sure

You’ve mastered lightning

The warmth of your hand like a crackling, cozy fire. Home.

I sit, penless, willing myself to remember these words of my heart.

In safety, I wait. Once fooled already, I do not know the way.

But I pray. I pray it’s you. Finally. For all I have to offer you is my heart. Just me.