Two thousand, six hundred miles
Loneliness is not limited to the absence
Of people and things.
It is not limited to where you are
Or who you’re around.
Homesickness is not limited to
Unfamiliar surroundings.
It is not limited to the longing
Of your hometown.
As I sit here in my bedroom,
With my family in the other room,
Loneliness and homesickness
Begin to set in.
Days go by and it gets worse and worse.
It’s like having a puzzle with all but one piece.
You have so much to be proud of
But without it, the rest is imperfect.
Suddenly, the truth hit me hard…
I realize now that you’re my home,
And without you,
I’m a stranger in my own town.
{-To the greatest man I’ll ever love, my dad.}