Come Home, Poetry...

Come back home, poetry,

I've been waiting for you.

For you, to complete my incomplete verses

That keep me awake till the dawn.

Come back home, 

For the monsoons are here again,

With the grey skies and the heavy clouds...

Drenching me with an incoherent longing

As I sit all alone.

Watching the raindrops creating patterns on my window panes,

My heart longs to create verses, once again,

With those familiar epithets, that have long left me...

Come back home, poetry,

For I long to be loved, by Love,

And for a beloved, whom I crave to behold...

To love...

To touch...

Come back home, for I have letters to write and stories to tell

Of dreams left broken and promises unkept...

Of the scars that still bleed, and words left unsaid....

Come home, for my fingers crave to be carressed by you.

My soul craves to be healed by your touch,

And my heart craves to never let you go...

Come home, poetry, for I feel so lost...

Come back, and bring me home.

Take me back to myself, 

Where I had always belonged.

To where we'ld often meet,

Chasing butterflies and painting rainbows.

To where, we'ld  often sit together, 

Breathing in calmness...

Reading each other, and watching sunsets.

Come home, poetry,

And just come back home...

Come back, once again, 

And I'll never again let you go...