"Hogar"

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I want you home

But you never seem to grace my door.

The necklace, the countless amounts of videos I have of your voice

Never fill my arms with your body.

Never can replace you

Nothing can.

Only my dreams are my favorite place to go

There I can imagine your touch and your smile.

I cry waking up.

I cry because I know there is nothing I can do to bring you home.

So I write letters and I talk.

If I can't bring you home, am I allowed to want you home too?

I would do anything to release you from your own mind

But I know the only thing I can do is be here.

So I am.

I'm here.

Even if I'm just talking, just in the same room, in the same world.

If that comforts you in anyway.

I'll do it for the rest of my life.

I'm not looking at anyone.

Not a single person catches my eye.

I know you know I'd do anything for you.

But I really mean it.

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