It's so long a way for you to go home
It's not about distance
Nor the timing
I have no idea what's it about
I'm lonely in a big house
I'm writing this poem to you
When the night falls down
I'm waiting
I don't know what I'm waiting
I just keep waiting
till all the flowers wither
till my hair turns white
I'm here waiting
Without a sigh
All the wishes are in my heart
and the memories are flying in the wind
I'm here waiting
Waiting for nobody
just for my future
Darling
When will you go home
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A great poem, like it, a great write.