Cold February wind
Blows unto my face,
Bold dandelion skies
Whisper their goodbyes.
Busy streets alive,
As many tread on the roads.
And darling you might be far,
But to you I’m coming home.
Through the music in my ears.
Through the rhythm of my feet.
Through the replays of my memories,
And my unbridled heartbeat.
Even when we’re apart, I’m coming home to you.