Ginger tea

I miss you.

Don't you miss me? Don't you miss home?

You've been away for too much time now, oh.

Come back now, even if it's just for a little while.

Damn, I need to see it, not from behind the screen, your smile.

Come back now, I'll make your favorite ginger tea.

And you’ll sip it when it rains, next to me

Like all those times before

I’ll take you out to our favorite bookstore

Or the mountain trail for the sunset

Or the promises that you forget

more often than you make them

Am I still the ‘rhyming to your poem’?

Am I still ‘home’ to you? Or anything?

Please let me know, please. I’m dying

To know.

Even if you do, please be back home, soon