I do not care,
I care too much.

I do not need you,
I crave your touch.

As I lay at night, sleep out of reach.
I speculate of how to reach inner peace.

I don't know what I need,
I know what I desire.

To feel truly at home, no joy would be higher.

Although I am in luck, more so then most could ever dream,
Nights like these I wish I could scream.

A home for most is four walls and a roof,
But of the opposite I found proof.

After our time together I learned that no matter how you might think your home looks neat.
A true home, will always be two arms, and a heartbeat