To the House on Katelyn Court In Yukon Poem, by Samuel, at My poetic side

You don’t know me yet.

But I’ve been circling,

searching for a place where the noise goes quiet,

where the world slows down enough

for me to breathe again.

You stand here—

fresh, unscarred,

waiting for someone to fill you

with laughter, with late-night arguments,

with the weight of real life.

I wonder if you know

how heavy a man’s heart can be

when he finally walks through a door

he wants to stay behind.

Your walls are blank,

but I see pictures already.

Daughters running through the hall,

muddy shoes in the entry,

a dog asleep by the back door,

and me—tired, but steady—

finally stopping long enough

to call something mine.

You are just wood and stone,

but you could be more—

a shelter not just from storms in the sky,

but storms inside a man.

So I look at you,

and I ask the only thing I know how:

Will you hold me,

if I decide I’m ready to stay?

Comments +

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) August 16th, 2025 03:01
nice write, enjoyed
sorenbarrett August 16th, 2025 04:41
A poetic offer and question all in one. The poem plays on perceived desire by the other and reticence at first that becomes a question and implied offer at the end. Nicely done

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