Never before has this feeling gripped my chest
A dull throbbing ache unable to be put to rest
At times a piercing shard putting defenses to the test
Its the distance
Its the surroundings
No
It is not the presence of things foreign
Or a void of normalcy
But the absence of a solo familiar
A touch
A smile
A kiss
I do now know where this ache originates
I do know my heart will only ease
When it returns to where it belongs

They say home is where the heart is
Then I am sick for that which you hold
Homesick


Written July 21, 2014
During a hard time
For a very special someone
From a land far away