Can you come home now?

I know its only been a few weeks
but every waking moment,
And I swear I'm wasting away.
There isn't anything else I want
in this world now,
but to hold you one more time.

I wish you could see
the effect this break up has bestowed upon me;
people tell me all the time 'Damn kid, you've changed'
Some think its a curse
Yet, I just cant help but see its incredible blessing.

Mornings.
How extremely beautiful mornings are
The light, shinning through the trees
peeking over the mountains,
the crisp bite of the morning air.
Birds chatting up a storm,
Finally, I can see it.
I never liked mornings
now I can't get enough of them.

God.
Maybe hes not such a bad guy after all
All my life, I have been rebellious towards
his love, and his light.
His teaching, his wisdom;
I am starting to understand.

Writing.
All my life Ive written
For love, grief, depression, happiness
For a while, my hands seemed to stop
But now, every night, something happens
I click
and I write.

My body.
The feeling I get, after sweating for hours,
running, lifting weights, biking,
jumping, swimming;
Is amazing.
I finally feel good about myself.


Still, theres sometimes when I get that
lonely feeling, the sick, scared, anxious
feeling in the pit of my stomach.
But I cheer up, and look forward
to the next day.

Theres so much work to do
in this life,
and I swear theres so
much
time.
No need to rush,
when life is standing there in front of you

It seems like my life went and did a
full 180 degree turn
And it feels fantastic.

But I can't help but

...miss you...

Is it wrong for me to ask;


Can you come home now?