Homesick

 

My heart,

It, yearns— it aches,

Longing— almost begging,

For my other life— far away

 

My loved ones, the mountain, my familiar surroundings

I want to be able to embrace them,

 Take them with me— and never let them go,

 

But it cannot be so

 

The cold winters— back in my town,

That I used to find so hard,

Now just remind me 

Of the old sun filled frosty mornings— drinking tea in my yard

 

When a cool wind here occasionally blows,

Locals complain of the chill—as though it’s toxic and seeps in to their bones

But I take it in,

As it reminds me of home

 

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder,

And it certainly does

Because everything in my other life

Now seems lovelier— than it ever was