Far, far away.

It's funny how the night can make you feel alone.

I never get homesick.

Unless it's between 12 and 6 am.

And I'm in bed.

In the dark.

And there's nothing to even do about it.

Besides.

Sit and on my bed with my sister.

Let my mom make me tea.

Or sleep next to you.

Nothing I can will to change.

Nothing I'm sure I'd even want to.

But having those moments

Of home.

Of heart.

Make far away.

So much farther.

And you so much closer.

To that spot.

I know I want to be.