In the midst of my dark room, an empty bed sits.
On this night, I'm home alone, and the air feels thick.
On this night, I'm home alone, and the air feels thick.
Surely it must be me, because it's harder to breathe,
Like the feeling of being lost at sea, with no ship.
I'm home sick.
It's strange, despite being home, I feel homeless.
This home doesn't fit, somethings missing from it.
Well, isn't home where the heart is?
So maybe I'm heartless?
Or my heart is with her, miles away, to be exact, 466.
Home is wherever she is.
*originally written 9/11/22
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