"Home"

In an airport, I stood with my mother,
After a week across the country;
I was going home… and everything would be perfect again,
Again, I was home, familiar sights and sounds.
But after a while, when the joy wore off,
I was afraid to walk in to my bedroom….
and that's when I realized….
I wasn't home at all…
I will always and only be at home,

Where your arms are wrapped around me.