Home?

I wake up in the morning and I think of kissing you.
Picking back up where I left the night before.

And I loved you in my dreams.
On the bus ride home.
In the shower this morning, I sang to you.

Songs you may never even hear,
But they were written for us.

It is sick to only see you through a computer screen.

You are still worth loving when you're broken.
When you're singing Disney songs in German.

Or the times you call me to say you'll call me later,
That you like hearing my voice. You love and miss me.

When you're fighting your mother,
Or not wishing your brother a happy birthday.
Especially when you hold me and I'm crying into your shirt-
And we watch movies-

Listen to movies.
You let me lay on your chest while our heart-rates slow again.
And I can smell you on my skin when I go home.

I haven't held you like that for nearly a year,
But I will again-
I'll come home for you.