longing gazes

We found those longing gazes finally,
blowing kisses through the windowpane
of the entryway outside the apartment where
we live, together. And even though we haven't
replaced the carpet, or bought that new
air conditioning unit, or steam-cleaned the upholstery
or the million things we've listed that
we say we need to do to feel at home here,
gazing at you has been home for me;
and when you're away, all I can do is
anxiously await the next moment
when you're beautiful face
enters my field of vision, in this apartment
that I call home simply because you're here.