Homesick when you are an adult is different
Home isn’t a place anymore
Somehow it becomes a person
And as I’m sure you were taught
At a very young age
Life isn’t fair
Sometimes you miss someone so much
You think you won’t make it through the day
But you do anyway, and you keep on
And on and on and on
Years pass
But there you are
Still remembering the smell of his linen
Pressed against your nose