Somewhere I belong

I belong to my grandma's voice,
her easy laughs and cheeky remarks.

To my friends' long calls,
their weird questions and silly jokes.

I belong to my brothers' cheesy nicknames,
the ones that make my eyes roll.

To my mom's cheery hellos,
that ring in my ears even after hanging up.

I belong to the softness of blankets,
where my toes wriggle when I wake up.

To your lingering warmth,
that prevents my days from moving on.

I belong to the family I wish I had,
but never did.

The one I found under a different last name,
in a city I didn't mean to live in.

I belong to the truth of words,
their soothing tone,

the ones that remind me
belonging needs no place,

when we call each other
home.