I wish someone would say "She smelled like home" as if a home was me, a living thing of flesh and bone and not a door and four walls.

I wish someone would feel like home with me, like my scent that cannot be bought on a bottle would bring them the comfort I myself have found in people.

Maybe someday, someone, will look at me and say "she, she is my home" just like the old saying "home is where the heart is" goes.

My home is empty, the blinds are closed, the wallpaper dampened. The door is locked, the roof is leaking.

My home is a hazard.
And no one wants to live here.