I recently wrote a piece talking about how bad I was craving her.
I wanted to touch her,
I wanted her skin on mine,
I wanted her fingers interlocked with mine,
I wanted her lips pressed against mine.
I wanted it all, and that day finally came,
I finally had it all.
But now she’s gone,
She’s headed back home, and I crave her even more than I did before.
I constantly ache for her,
Her eyes, and the way she looks into mine,
Her hands , and the way she grabs mine if I’m not holding hers.
I just crave it all.
I think I’m homesick.