I miss home every day I’m away
I miss my family of course
The comfort and joy they bring
And I miss my friends
The hour-long conversations at 2 a.m.
Even my coworkers that drive me crazy,
Because work wouldn’t be the same without them
I miss the sunsets over the lake
And the crowded streets
During Thursdays on Main
I miss all of it more than I can say
But I know I’ll be back soon
I could never stay away
Not for very long, at least
Something about this small town
Whether it’s the people
Or the lake views
Always keeps me coming back
Home will always be there
No matter where life takes me
And the nice thing about home
Is it’s always there to return to
About the Creator
E. C. Mira
I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.
www.poetrybyecmira.com
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