My Meeting Place

This is here my meeting place-
It is different to my home.
The light is brighter
There it was soft
always on the verge- dawn and dusk.
At home we were lit by fire and voices,
by heart.
We spun stories and our lives,
we breathed cold air with rosie cheeks
and laughed and loved.
This is here my meeting place
of bright light and hot heat,
half truths
and you almost nearly know me.
Of heart and want,
of missing.
This here meeting place
tries to fill our gaps,
we push and pull to be-
to erase and re-fill,
it is friends and comfort,
meals and drinks and chat and arguments.
It is the place I can breathe and be

 but it is not home.