I've missed home since the moment I left.
My mind's deadened, body's sweaty, heart's bereft.
It isn't as though I had wanted to leave.
I was swayed by my love for the people I'll see.
My idea of a perfect winter vacation
Features less emotional-cognitive heat constipation.
Long to be here, but not in this place, and I realize
The grass is almost never greener on any other side.
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