the homesick one looks up to ask
"please, when do we go back?
for tears will quickly do their task,
will carve another track"
the knowing one just turns and smiles,
explaining once again,
that back is so much more than miles,
that now has become then
the homesick one, though, doesn't hear
the answer, for the thousandth time,
she wants to turn a deafened ear
so may the truth well chime
the truth that home is far away
that there will be a thought of when,
until that longed-for summers day
when she is home again
that home forever grows
the knowing one reminds once more
as sure as anything she knows
it's right there in her core
yet homesick one still asks and calls
relentlessly for home
she feels imprisoned by the walls
she wishes she could roam
she begs and screams for unity
for just one little trace
of love, of that community
where she had found her place
the knowing ones exterior cracks
the smile cant further hold
the tears now finally run their tracks
and masks begin to fold
and suddenly they all burst out
my knowing, homesick tears
of longing and I almost shout
something to never reach their ears
I want to scream how this is wrong
that I feel empty without them
that where my love and joy will stem
is the home where I belong
I dont, of course, I never would
the knowing one reminds me soon
that home I know is just as good
and still I long for come next June
This is my way of wording the feelings I have about the summer camp, which is my home in many ways and which I miss desperately every year after coming home
