Missing Home

I missed the forest, and the trees. I missed the way the leaves

drooped from the branches. I even missed the way the winters got so

cold, while the tiny snowflakes created a barrier to the outside

world. But the thing that I missed most of all, the one thing that

had been in my mind for so long was the peace. The peace. The peace

I had decided to leave so long ago was now calling me. Rather

taking me by the hand and dragging me back. I still wanted to see

the place I used to call home once more. Just one little peek and

i'll go on my merry way. But that was just it, I knew if the sight

of the old log cabin crept its way to my eye then everything inside

me would crumble. I told myself that I had a good reason to return,

except that I knew my real intentions. All I wanted was to feel the

way I did.
I sent a message with my mind, feeling like an idiot, to the one

place I can think of, "I miss you". I can only hope my message

would reach its destination, maybe give home some consolation, some

hope, anything to keep it alive, not just in my head but physically

so that someday I may return.