Where Love Heals

I built a home
with open windows
and a door that never locked.

I made space for you
in ways
you never asked for.

You came and went
like it was yours—
like I would always be there
waiting.

I learned your footsteps
your silence
the way you stayed
just long enough
to leave again.

And I called it love.

But love doesn’t visit.

Love stays.

So I closed the door.

And for the first time—
it felt like mine.


Jacque