Behind the door you stand,

far away from home,

through the wood you smile,

determined, without a doubt.

You are coming back,

having enough of the north,

count your steps back home,

˝Who misses who more?˝

The question echoes,

an answer is not expected,

we both already know it,

it is travelling around our hearts.

You are coming home,

even more beautiful than before,

so many different renovations,

a lot of new ideas.

The warmth of your hug,

burning love of the heart,

redly passionate eagerness,

a kiss anchors on the lips.

We only travel together,

all around the world,

look me in the eye and trust,

in the next age still.

Lost without you,

disordered without you,

reborn next to you,

addicted to you.

Thomas Jay