Give me something to return to in your heart

I am a house
young build but old at heart
so we can spend Sunday mornings rummaging through the dusty corners and get excited exploring the attic
and find more surprises to complement the others already found
lying around between the hardcover books, scruffy stuffed animals and rusty candlesticks

Who would've known it needed just some containers,
the right kind of uncertainty and your practical mind to
make me cook meals and love unconditionally

We don't sleep
but pretend to do so
but it's hard to sleep with the wind of change in our sheets

I need your calm footsteps on my creaky floors
to carry soft carpets in
so we can sink our feet into the mellow warmth of silence
and you'll make fun of my wrinkly and crooked grandma toes

Just keep laughing and tell me you haven't given up on us just yet