Home

Home was the word to describe you.
And I guess it's more of that.
More of comfort, healing, peace, and love.
Feelings I never felt for so long, and yet you came.
-every day, to remind me that I was beautiful and loved.
And you never failed to show that I was right for you and you for me.
It's magical. To see you much happier than before.
But only to realize that it's when I'm not around.
Even though I tried many times, I still fail.
I can't beat you up with the so-called "Ignoring Game."
Because it reaps me apart, like an open wound.
And sometimes, it stings badly -that I wish it would end.
And I guess I loved you too much that it hurts.
It hurts in a way that I can no longer take it.
Because it felt like owning a piece of something that isn't there in the first place.
Or wandering to a place you abandoned a long time ago.
A place that isn't a just place; it was our home.
-where hopes and dreams were built.
And where what if's have always been found -sitting next to the door.
Ready to leave or stay, but most of the times, it goes.
It leaves for a good two to three days, then comes back.
Acting as nothing happened and expecting that 'home' will always be there.
And now, home felt like no longer a home.
It felt a stranger in its very own land - it felt foreign.
A feeling I never used to - or too used that I can't distinguish.
But regardless of everything, I tried, we tried - mending hearts.
That's why remember me, my love, even if it means leaving.
Remember me until you remember that home was never home after all.
So go, and think of me when you only want to.
And I'll be there, waiting patiently.
In the same spot, same place, and same time.
Even there's no assurance you'll be back.
And I'll wait until I can no longer wait.
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