Last night I got home late
With my day tough
And my feets rough
I thought I heard a cough
But then had to wait
As I swerved a bait

I could not reach the nob
To clear my fog
Nor put some lights
In my sight
Then I realized,
I am all alone
Though grown,
I have become prone
To my own moan
Perhaps sterilized
Yet agonized
In my personal zone

I want to come home to arms
That opens with charms
I want to see a face that smiles
And make short my busy miles
Everyday and its qualms
But I cannot be this solo,
In a deep hollow
With nothing to follow
All nights and day,
I desire to know
If I can borrow
Someone to stay
Even if I ought to pay
That my nights would meet them wet
And my days could shrug over their texts

I want to walk into hugs
With chilled water in mugs
To listen to less silence
Bathrooms aroma and essence
I am empty with this sequence
I am crazy and not different
That which deflates my nags
I'm too cold in this pretense
Let it end with your presence
For I sweat and shiver,
I shut and quiver
But I want to come home,
To my consort and foam
To cut short my roam.

© Gee.