As I stared into the leafy green abyss surrounding me, I started to wonder exactly what I was doing here.

Sitting on the edge of what seemed like paradise, it's still you my mind can't quite escape.
Turquoise seas fill the colossal space between us, crashing beneath the crystal blue skies
and as the sun creeps slowly from behind the hills, memories of you creep up along with it.

Out from the depths of my memory
come thoughts I'd tried for so long to forget.
You sneak up into the coldest corner of my heart,
the part I closed off long ago hoping to become numb to the feelings you evoke.

But instead, thoughts of you warm my entire being with a comforting sense of familiarity.
You feel like home.

Home on an icy winters night,
us warming our frost bitten hands over a crackling log fire as the low hum of the radio whispers in the air around us.
Home, early on a Sunday morning,
our bodies heavy with sleep,
intricately entangled beneath last nights sheets.

But I forget sometimes;
I left home behind.
In hopes of something new, something exciting.
Something that felt real.

And I've seen views only imaginable painted in watercolour, animals pulled from the pages of a children's storybook.

But still there's a tiny hole,
a missing bolt in the workings of this adventure,
and it's taken me exactly 2192 hours to work it out.

Only now do I realise that;
getting rid of the baggage of home,
has really only clarified for me the one thing I want to hold on to.