"Come home."
Home?
The home where I once lived?
Where the days were good though the nights were bad,
And dawn and dusk were equally sad?
Home?
Was I loved there or just a regent on rent,
Who only over stayed his welcome due to the owner's consent?  
Home?
Where the heart lies is home.
But what if the heart goes where no one knows?
Is the heart still at home?
Or will it come back after show?
She cries, "Come home!"
Though I ran off,
With my tux in a loincloth.
Abandoning the warm soup with it's cold broth.
But leaving there infected by her cough.
I coughed the whole way to the motel.