Missing the getting of going home. After a hard day's work. To see that one face that makes a difference. Getting them in a hug with so much worth. There's a void in what life has become. A standby of emotions idling n offset. The thought of going home is an empty sigh. Especially when there's more unused comment buried in the chest. Waiting to open that door to witness a friend. N yet there's a misplacement no matter where I go. Without an answer the question reveals no regards. I jus want that feeling others have of going home. To be someone's they don't wanna attempt life without me. The way I'd return everyday to lay my eyes upon their gaze. Bridging a connection from the heart to the mind. N if they ain't home yet, I'll wait...
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