Love is a home with its porch lights on. One day the bulb will burn out but I know that I am lucky to have had someone to wait for me. I watch the smoke from the chimney, watch it shape to our beloved memories. Even when I close my eyes, the phosphenes are love-shaped. Until the lights flicker and the house is empty, I will come see you. And when the last ember fizzles, I will wish you well and thank you for the love.