With You With Me With Love

I’m filled up with doubt, I need to go home Where the fields are green and the weather unpredictable Like the sun and the rainfall I smell the air after it rains, the flowers after they just bloom, Farms early in the morning and water from a hose All from bedroom window. I miss the comfort of people I know It’s a great feeling, like being under a heated blanket Warm and safe Depending not on yourself and having no worries As the months pass on Becoming more comfortable with being alone Home doesn’t seem so far away I can almost feel the fresh morning breeze hitting my face. Soon I forget that morning breeze And the smell from my window Because I realize that home is wherever I make it With you, with me, but always with love.