When I think on this or you
In a deep real way
It fills me up with so much emotion
A sense of longing
A fear of love being returned
A quiet hope
And a taste of insecurity.

You are in Indiana now
I can see you clearly
A large camera on your shoulder
Whenever you answer to phone to me
You say my name in a southern accent
I let you get away with it
Because it makes me happy to hear you say my name.

I went back and looked far
Scrolled through all your old profile pictures
Read your old comments
And thought about the quiet and angsty teenage boy you must have been.

I want you badly
I miss you badly
Pulling in favors, reminding you of my face, sending you moments of my success
I long for you
I hope you long for me too

With a camera on your shoulder
And a reflective knowledge of what this is
Or could be.

I have so much work to do
I eat breakfast in bed
And hope to accomplish it all
Money is tight
My father forewarns me of changes
Come back
Come back to me soon.