Homesickness

Homesickness is like being surrounded
by the music
the cold weather
and so unattainable the conversation
because I sleep when he wakes,
and I work when he returns from work.
Yet I cannot put it down and pretend
that he's not there for a moment...
and all my evening I sit here waiting...
and so I stay awake, futilely waiting...

Yet if I were home, day and night would not collide;
and I would be there and so would he
and I would not have to wait.
And I would be just as cold,
but the warmth of the land and its people would surround me.

And I will bring the light to chase away the darkness in their hearts.