We hadn’t talked for a long time, but when you heard my voice again you felt it was home.
Home. Yet I feel like you still avoid me like the plague. It hurts me, you know. I know you loved me once, and I believe you love me now in a way. But still you keep me at bay–close enough to see me, but far where you can’t reach me.
Why do you do that? Why are you afraid? Come back home….
WRitingRobyn 