Homesick
For me home is a person.
The one, I think of when I wake.
The one, who visits me in my dreams.
The one, I pray infinite happiness for.
The one, I long to connect souls with.
Since you've been away, I've struggled to fill my days.
Struggling to traverse this labyrinth of my mind.
For it's filled with endless corridors and corners of thoughts and images.
Struggling against the sickness of being far from home.
Much too far from you.
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