I’ve been missing home.
A place where I’m surrounded by familiar friends and family.
A familiar setting and road towards my home.
A home that is no longer mine.
And now I’m missing my home that does not exist anymore.
I’ve been missing home.
A place unfamiliar to me but a place I have been to before.
A familiar face, a face I love now lives there.
I’m missing her: my mom.
And I’m missing her hugs, cooking, and smell.
I’ve been missing home.
Another place that is relatively familiar and close by.
A place I am not entirely comfortable in but familiar faces reside.
Its still a drive to get there but now two have become one this year.
I’m missing both my sisters but the eldest flew away.
I’ve been missing home.
I’ve been missing for a home that does not exist.
I’ve been missing for a home that is too far away.
I’ve been missing for a home that is not complete.
I miss my parents, my sisters, my home and I don’t know what to do.
There is nothing I can do.
And there is nothing anyone can do for me.
So I’ll just be missing home.