You told me your home would always be my home.

So, I walked on in took my neon green high-top converse off,

Plopped myself on the cracked pleather dark brown couch and

Made myself comfortable.

I never thought I would overstay my welcome.

Do you remember your house on Staten Island?

It had this enchanting white wooden archway,

Covered in wild crimson red roses and

Thick green vines slithering like snakes up over...