Longing for my tiny nest,
with the books and the plants,
and the funky Bohemian décor,
a coffee by the window,
writing poetry,
the sound of soft jazz filling the air.
Longing for the familiar faces,
the connection to soul-inspiring cronies,
the laughter with my homies,
a deep tête-à-tête with a confidante,
quiet moments with a lover.
Building a barrier against melancholy,
keeping busy filling time and space,
while my spirit begs:
Please take me home.