BACK IN MY OWN BED
I'm far from homeseeing the sights
going to strange places
and seeing new things
I'm far from my house
staying with you
eating with you
walking hand in hand with you
I'm far from my place
sleeping in your bed
warming your covers
leaving an indelible mark
I'm far from my locale
and I'm having a great time
But still, I long
to be back in my own bed
Little do I know
that I'll be leaving yours cold
and you
missing me
Hobobob, 2008
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