on going home

Dear Home,
You are not a city
You are not a town
You are not a country
You are not a noun

Dear Home,
You are a box full of memories
Locked by a secret key
Inside a room long forgotten
In a house long since locked

Dear Home,
You are a friend
With who I played long ago
Whose name I have forgotten now
But I hope he knows

Dear Home,
You are not six hours of ride away
You are somewhere close and I can hear
But I'm inching closer to you anyway
And I can hear you calling me loud and clear

Dear Home,
Tomorrow I will sleep in the bed my own
Eat food under my own roof
And like a stranger lost in time
I can not wait to be home

I can not wait to be home.
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I'm going home after almost 6 months. Yay me! Be back before you can miss me.