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.}

Comments

liz_onnia

that is beautiful

 

reeses4madi

omg. my jaw dropped. thank you:)) that means a lot<3

liz_onnia

that is beautiful

 

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