I simply hate my guts to admit that I go blank in your absence. Though it might be momentary but I love you walking in the doors with your mischievous grin and a wide smile that I sometimes savor quietly but deep down, I cherish it as my staple.
I need you back home.Back to fix my cobwebs, plumbing issues, some hinges of doors are to be straightened. And I desire your presence, if it pleases you unconsciously.
To you, who is travelling.