home

Its mornings like these... That its hardest to leave.

When I vaguely remember him brushing my hair away from my face in the dark and almost waking me with a soft sweet kiss...

When the echoes of his voice whispering that he has to go to work... And that he loves me... sweeten my dreams until the sun creeps thru the blinds... And I'm awake... that I realize I am alone in the bed.... And I don't want to go anywhere, or be anywhere but here.

Its mornings like these... When the world is quiet enough that I can hear the sound of waves calling me to the shore thru my window...

Its the way the sand here feels between my toes...
And the way my heart feels almost whole...
When I'm home...

Even if I'm alone...

That make it hard for me to leave...

mornings like these.