The Space I Come Home To Poem by Nik Hasif Nik Hasbollah

I walk through the door,
And silence greets me,
Like it knows my name.

No voices..
No laughter..
Just the hum of lights..
And the ache of emptiness,
That doesn't go away
With a switch.

They say home is where the heart is—
But mine is scattered,
In weekend embraces,
In the hands of childrens,
In the smile I see for only two days
Before it's gone again.

So I sit.
Eat alone.
Sleep with no warmth beside me.
Talk to no one,
Except the voice in my chest
That still dares to care.

And when it feels too much,
I come here to you, Whis—
Because somewhere in this quiet world,
You hear me.

And that's enough
To keep me standing.