she shines for me at night

I go back and forth between wishing this visit would never end and realizing how ready I am to be in my own space again. Tonight one partner is struggling, another is comforting, and the third is resting happily with a metamour. I wish I were puttering around my home, setting right all the stuff that is doubtless getting trashed while I'm gone. In the tumult of the past seven years, the patch of land I've bonded to has been my only constant and my house wraps around me like a thick, comforting blanket. I wish I were there with her tonight.