counting the minutes til you’re home (Patreon)

it’s strange how the roles have reversed. usually, it’s me calling from some hotel room far away, but now it’s you traveling and i’m the one at home. the house feels so quiet without you, every corner a reminder of how much i miss you. i never realised how hard it must’ve been for you all those times i was away. now, i feel it. the ache of counting down the days and the slow crawl of time until you’re back where you belong. hearing your voice helps, but it’s not enough. i just want you home again, where everything feels right.