Homesick

To me she is,

those final steps,

the turn around the last bend,

the house,

with a light on,

a fire lit,

a faint laugh in the distance on the warm wind.

That is she.

She's my always coming home...

 

So I wait for her like a lonley home,

till she will see me again and live in me,

till then my windows ache...

Done