I don’t see you nearly as often as I’d like.
In fact I see you close to never.
We may talk for a few hours at a time or we may not talk for weeks.
The inconsistency in our relationship would make most want to let go.
It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I don’t want to.
You are home to me.
You’re everything that makes me smile.
You’re everything that can turn my day around
And those times when I talk to you,
And the very rare occasions that I see, that I get to hug you,
They remind me why I hold on.
And I hold on
Because you are home.