I find myself looking around,
Searching for your eyes.
I won’t find them here, though.
But it feels like I should.
It’s a different world here.
It’s like I’m living in two different worlds.
One is here, in this city, eternally seeking you.
The other is back there, home, where you are.
I want you to be here.
My comfort level would increase insurmountably.
And then this throbbing in my chest might recede.
And then this feeling of tears nearby would diminish.
And then this ache for you would be eliminated.