I can go anywhere I want,
Feel the sun on foreign streets,
Let the wind call out my name,
Chase the dreams my heart repeats.
I can cross the open waters,
Climb the hills, roam far and wide,
Find new places, build new spaces,
But not the one where she resides.
Home is just a hollow echo,
A ghost of laughter left behind,
Rooms that breathe but do not hold me,
Walls that whisper, soft, unkind.
I see her in the quiet corners,
In the light on kitchen floors,
But she is not there to greet me,
Only shadows, only doors.
So I keep moving, keep on chasing
What the world still has to give,
For I am made of loss and longing,
Yet I am also built to live.
She does not wait in walls and ceilings,
Not in windows, not in stone,
Her love is in the road before me
So I will walk, but not go home.
