The Tragedy of a lover’s heart

You’re fluent in a language only I can speak in. Your pronunciation of every word and understanding of every sentence I say, I haven’t had to correct.  I like the way my language sounds out of you so I let you talk to hear it.  I don’t even know the touch of your skin yet…

When you go away on a trip, far away from a place that has known you ever since you could crawl, you miss it.  When you sleepover someone’s house that’s not yours and in a bed you haven’t claimed, you crave nothing but to go back to your own.  In a city you were raised…