The Romeo Effect Poem by robert down

When one leaves there surroundings, there home.
In search of the desires.
To travel to another place, maybe even someone-else's home.
Only to find what was wanted; was back were you began.
That she had come from the same place, and maybe even on the same journey.
But maybe one must leave to find what was already present; was what was being searched for,
or what was in the same place but had yet to be found.
Because I have been shown someone by this means.
Unaffected by others opinions but the thoughts of that individual.
But back home I feel more distant from her that in that far away land.
That one can only travel to for a few days of the year.
And upon our arrival home we find it hard to communicate in quite the same way.
But It can't be held in for much longer, The holiday's our afoot and conventions are gone.
What a mess shall we all become...