Come home, but not because I miss you.
Come home because I love you.
I want to smile with you again.
That secret grin I used to point and laugh at when I weezled it out of you.
The smile you reserved only for me.
The one hidden behind that sparkle in your eyes.
I want to hold you comfortably close.
Pressed skin to skin, completely and utterly attached.
Like I belonged in your pocket, and you in my lap.
I want to talk smack on grouchy toothless people in the next booth.
I want to learn how to play guitar, but that's another list.
And I want all this everyday for the rest of my life.
At least that honest, loving smile on top of that calm, gentle, warm love of yours.
Shouldn't really take that much... right?
