Home Sick

I'm not at home, and I think I'm homesick, but would you rather be at your boring house or by the sea?

I think it's because you're not here.

I think you may be my home, for I long to see you once again.

I'm sitting on the balcony looking down at the water, as it crashes violently on the shore, it's starting to rain.

I won't cry over these things, but it's hard to breathe.

I have a fondness growing, and some how I found my certainty in you.

I haven't been myself since I left Georgia, maybe just maybe it's the reason I've lost a piece of me.

the thunder is rolling and all the people are running back to their homes.

Lovers say that distance is merely just a number, but with this separation between us, makes me die a little more each day.

truthfully I believe that I'm who you want me to be, but yet I am much more.

The flickering lights have came to a halt and it's all dark, promise me you'll find me,

that one day you will remember my face if it's been 20 years.

Remember how we kissed, and never forget my skin.

It's been seven days and I haven't forgotten anything, even how lucky I am.

I know that I'm lucky, I know that no matter how long it takes, I know that I am the luckiest human alive.

I will never forget that, I will always remember.

if it's been a lifetime and I haven't heard your voice I will still have it fucking engraved in deep patterns constantly being woven in my brain of how you pronounced your vowels and how you spoke out of grammar.

I will always remember how you said my name when you were upset, when I was upset.

The way you look at me with sad eyes when I'm mad.

I'll see you soon.