The best cure for being homesick
is a joke
How does it happen
that whenever I am toeing the edge
you show up & pull me back
to safety?
I'm not claiming you're a superhero
Lord knows you've broken my heart
More times than I want to relive
But you show up when I need you
Sometimes before even I see
the messed up bits of me surfacing
One of these days I hope I can
repay you love & laughter
for every saving grace
& tell you the crazy I have inside
Somehow makes sense
When I'm talking to you
For now I'll keep making you laugh
& finding myself glad to have,
in you, a better half
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