Homesick

You do not know, but when you speak of this place far away, your home, I feel like I should go.

You are homesick for it, but I also long for this land I have never seen. This place is where I want to be, where the mountains kiss the sky, and I would never have to say goodbye.

It hurts too much. Do you really mean it when you say you want to keep in touch?

I fear I am losing you, and the days are growing far too few. Will you ever miss me? Will I ever be free, free from this longing to be with you?

In May, my heart will break. You will smile, and I’ll have to fake. I’ll have to pretend I am happy to return to the place where I belong, my home. You will believe me, but you could not be any more wrong.

When you leave on a plane and return to the place where the mountains kiss the sky, every day, I will cry.

Here, you could never stay, because I see what it does to you day by day.

I was not born there. I have never known that mountain air, but how I long for this home where my heart is free to roam with you by my side, and there would never have to be a great divide.

One day I hope to visit, and I pray you don’t forget it. You tell me not to worry, but why do I feel like my heart is going to break, and why do I feel like there is so much at stake?

But if you care as you say you do, I know you will always be true.