Home is a person, a place, a feeling.
A long trek back to the warm,
the familiar, the strong.
One day I’ll come home to arms
to hold, a voice to embrace.
And just once, just once I crave
the boring, the basic and simple.
Honey, I’m home, I’m home.
But until then it’s notes,
the last goodnight
and the first good morning,
a temporary stay until I’m that much closer
to where I belong.
Beautiful <3
Love it, Sara – especially this:
And just once, just once I crave
the boring, the basic and simple.
Nice rhythm to this piece, nice mood/tone.
A long trek back to the warm… Love it
The elusive question of where…