Just a few days remain, but they feel so long,
I sit, I work, but my heart feels wrong.
The thought of home tugs deep in my chest,
Where love, warmth, and comfort rest.
I miss those hugs, those familiar faces,
The laughter, the food, the cozy spaces.
Every moment here, my mind drifts away,
Back to the streets where I used to stay.
Homesick, excited caught in between,
Dreaming of all the places I’ve been.
I crave that city, the one I adore,
Where every heartbeat calls me back to shore.
I long for the moment I step through that door,
Embraced by the warmth I’ve missed so sore.
In that city, my soul will finally be free,
For it’s not just a place; it’s a part of me.

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