I love you,
So much it sometimes
Scares me,
It is not the emotion,
But the lack there of,
What to do without?
What to do when I turn
And you’re not there?
When I call out,
And there is
No
Response
When I look at the map,
Look at the finger distance
Between.
The sprawling metropolis
The rolling mountains
Wandering rivers
And the roads that twist under
And over
Their backs
To know that home
Is where you are
And home is so
Far
Away.