Today I feel it’s weight again.
A month has passed
Many things have happened
But finally I managed to find my way

Back home.

I thought I’d learned how to deal with it
How to heal
From every wound that each departure creates
I thought I could react
I thought I was fine

I am fine, or at least I should be

You see, there’s someone waiting for me,
far from home
It shouldn’t bother me this much
Leaving I mean

I thought it had become easier
Quicker

But if I think about how long I won’t be back
About my friends here
Panic occurs.

It feels like far from home
Is just a projection
Not my true reality
Just something that happens between
The visits I make

And yet
I spend more time making those visits
Rather than living home

That’s how it works
That’s how it should be

I thought I understood
But turns out I didn’t
Because here I am crying
Thinking that another month has to pass
Before I’ll come back again.

I’d better start looking for the right way