Homebody

I miss home;
Lightning bugs and the song of crickets
Time to waste, time to roam,
Tromping through meadows and thickets
Never crowded, never alone

I miss belonging somewhere
In a way no one could overturn
Just because I was always there;
With nothing to earn
And everything to spare.

I want his face to kiss
The one who matches my soul
That one I have always missed
In whose absence I am never whole
Whom I have prayed some simple twist

Of fate, or coincidence
Would bring us close enough to touch.
He who is my home.