Coming Home

I feel you pulling in a direction unknown,
My mind chaotically sprinting,
Only when it comes to you,
Spring, fall, winter, summer,
Six months, twelve countries,
Disoriented as hell,
Overwhelmingly bursting with thought, ideas, inspiration,
Anticipation is poisoning me,
My bladder is about to explode,
A new moon now,
But I must wait for it to be full to see it with you,
I'm tired,
And ready for your arms,
Will you like the changes I've made?
Will I like the changes you've made?
Time is spacious,
Love is opaque,
Money is relative,
Nature is forever,
The trees have never looked so beautiful,
The wine has never tasted so sweet,
But I long for you,
Is it in vain?
Sleep escapes me,
I fear the hair fracture I imposed,
Will grow to a fatal break,
Before I am able to cast it,
And kiss it well,
Three weeks before our lips will meet,
And I can't seem to take a deep breath,
I knew from the moment we met,
It would be easy,
But I always seem to make it difficult,
Now you are so distracted,
I don't even know if you are there,
Do you resent me?
I'm coming home,
Is it too late?
I pray not,
For my dreams are heavy,
In breath, effort, and reward,
I smell your knowledge,
I love your acceptance,
I hope to mirror your strength,
And heal the destruction I've burdened it,
I love you and I can't wait to see you,
I am coming home baby,
I am coming home to you.


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