Agony.
It's agony that keeps me awake,
Despite wanting to crash,
Into sleep's soft hands,
But the agony.
It keeps me awake.
And it's best friend, worry.
What if I'm not enough anymore?
Because all these video calls can never replace
Actual human touch,
Actual presence,
Actual you.
I miss you.
All this agony and worry for home,
A home which I see changing at a distance,
Which I know should and will change -
But what if this growth takes us apart,
Two different directions?
The only home I know would be ripped apart
At the very seams that once held so strong,
And now it seems,
It only answers to sleep.
The dark circles are a lie.
