Stranger

The field reminds me home.
The dew in the grass that I would love to run to.
To toss a disc halfway across to a teammate.
To run wild and sweat in the sunshine.
Instead in my dress and in quiet silence I gaze
at the vast unknown grassland.

The trees remind me of the tree-lined oval
That I would run to at evenings after work.
The yellow lights would make me feel sleepy,
but the breeze are fresh and familiar.
Unlike these unknown trees in unknown streets.

The village reminds me of the village I know
There in the city that I love and call home
The warm house lights of families complete
The cars and fallen leaves, the children on the playground
Remind me of my walks home and games.

His eyes remind me of the eyes I am so familiar with
The warmth his gaze elicits. The innocence, the friendliness,
The love I am so familiar with.

And looking at him I think of you,
Wonder if you think me too.
Wonder if you want me to go home as much as I want to.
Wonder if you wonder where I am, what I'm doing,
if I also think of you.

Because right now I do.
Right now everything reminds me of you.

The way you walked home barefoot for me.
The way you turned up on my apartment door on my birthday.
The way you sat beside me at the statue, so quietly.
The way you treat me so kindly.
The way you run to get the disc, and throw, and help me carry things.
The way you keep special eye on me.
The way you chat me up and ask how I am.

I really just miss you right now.
You are my home.
With you I can be myself.
I can expose the darker side.
I can talk all night.
I can sit comfortably quiet.
I can smile and laugh.

I really just miss you.
Having you here would be
going back home.