Home Is Where the Heart Is

I’m longing for a place that I belong This need for comfort is constant and strong They say that home is where the heart is and that’s where I want to be With all the falling leaves beneath the apple tree I want to roll around in the leaf piles and breathe in the fall air This place that I am stuck in could never quite compare I need to be where I am loved to the moon and back I miss going home to an “I love you” and an afternoon snack I try to find the feeling that I so long for I have never felt this type of yearning down my core Please just give me some chilly sweater weather days I’ll run and run trying to find a way to satiate this phase This time of year I can never feel whole I am broken and up north eternally has a piece of my soul I know where I must go but until then I’ll have to comply I’ll bury my aching and wait for the day I can kiss this place goodbye