To be honest
I miss my home
The absent minded drives
Back to the street I grew up on
The nights on the pier
The smell of a twilight
To be honest I miss the people
The quirks and the oddities
I miss the way they speak
The comfort it all can bring
I miss the way she looked at me
So much has changed now
Maybe I have too
But certain parts of me long
for the way it once was
But what I know can never be