Homesick
I’m so homesick for something that doesn’t exist,
yet.
I’m homesick for the mornings where I can wake up to you next to me.
I’m homesick for the nights where I can hold on to you, and never worry about the time.
I’m homesick for the afternoons with spontaneous adventures and the eruption of your laughter.
I’m homesick for the lazy mornings where our bodies are intertwined and we’re gasping into each others moans.
I’m homesick for the evenings where we don’t know what to do, so we end up making love and watching Netflix.
I’m homesick for all the new experiences I’ll get with you, all the laughter, all the tears, the pain, the joy.
I’m homesick for your arms around me, the taste of your lips, the sound of your voice, your smile.
I’m so homesick for our future together.
I never thought home would be a person,Â
but here I am, homesick for you.












