There's a Boy back Home

There's a boy back home
Who takes his time to message and pray for me.
Patiently awaiting the weekend to find out how I am
Willingly listens in spite of the distance.

There's a boy back home
Who is standing outside my gate
Remembering the goodbye high fives and dinners
Yet keeps strong until the time I get home.

There's a boy back home
Who says my name to his guy friends
Telling them of his feelings about me,
Asking for advice, one who strategizes

There's a boy back home
Who keeps updated with my online whereabouts
Gauging from the photos if I am happy
And wishing with his whole heart that I am.

There's a boy back home
Who never forgets about me
Thinks of me in random parts of the day
Wondering what I am probably doing.

There's a boy back home
Who gazes at my face and imagining how I look like
Hoping that soon he will able to look again into my eyes
And drink my sweet-smelling presence.

There's a boy back home
Who rewrites the songs I have kept in memory
Turning them from old and dull ones
Into new, vibrant ones.

There's a boy back home
Who makes his way into my poetry
Slowly inching towards the core of my heart
And sealing his fate to stay there because he wants to

There's a boy back home
Who is waiting for me
I can't wait to go back home
Because of this boy.