I miss the quiet nights, the trusted friends,
The movie nights that never end.
I miss the smells and sounds and sights,
The after-midnight-blinking traffic lights.

I miss the familiar streets and places,
And I miss the most the darling faces
Of friends and family and others  as dear.
Oh, to have them again so near.

Here, miles from where I set out,
I have friends who like me, no doubt.
They're just not the same as those old and worn;
Those precious ones whose distance I mourn.