Now I’m years from home, I miss it. I wait,
For the people I love, the places I hate.
Perhaps my family, we now grow apart,
I tell them, forever, they’ll be in my heart.
Steady I stand, and forward I walk,
Put on a smile for nice table talk.
Now I’m surrounded by friends and family too,
They say that brings happiness, loneliness, subdue.
Now I am at home, so what else could I want?
When asked, I say “nothing,” I act nonchalant.
So far removed from romance, I forget the taste,
Then the tight loving hug of an old crush, misplaced.
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