I want to go home.

I want to go home.
But where is home?

Is it a place with four walls
sitting on a 5 acre land with tall grass
and animals fanced inside?

No.

My home is having your voice in my ears
while up late at night at times we could
get in trouble if we were caught.

My home is seeing your face on the little
rectangular screen in my hands while
we gaze at each other with love in our
eyes.

My home is cuddling your warm body
late at night when I told my parents I
was staying at a friends house.

Now, where did that love go?
I've tried to find it but its gone.

Gone like a letter in a bottle
with the cork screwed on tight
then thrown in the deep sea, only
to never be found again.

However, at first you were
that letter in a bottle. I never thought
I would find a letter like this.

A letter that described me so much.

A letter that felt like home sweet home.
A place I want to go but can't find anymore..

I just want to go back home.