Written by: Stephen Allen

Out of town, out of country, is where I live,
home is a memory, longed for and truly missed,
hotel rooms all look the same, which place?

My life is somewhere else,
my work puts this on a shelf,
no balance is in sight.

Where is my wife?
what is she feeling, right now,
lonely, as I am?

So far from home, alone,
I miss you, naked embrace,
around your waist, my hands.

I love you, I always have , will,
worlds apart, schedules dictate,
when I will see you.

I will be home, in time,
I will love you, I promise,
when life allows me to.