Homelessness

She finds herself homeless without me

She told me once

“Muzammil

I don’t have a home

Except what you wrap around me”

I walk around aimlessly in search of home

From one lamppost to the other

From this pavement to that one

From this city to that city

But home is an idea

Conceived only in her presence

When I lose all the metaphors of home

I wrap my arms around her

And she says

“My love

This is the only home I have

This is the only home I need”