015 - Come Home.

Vancouver, a poem by Adam Roper.

there was tea waiting this whole time,
sitting on my kitchen counter beside the sink,
all the while i was watching the world unfold
and praying for you, come home.

there was some music playing in the background,
sitting on my coffee table beside the door,
all the while I was outside watching the rain
and hoping one sound would be your voice, come home.

there was vancouver waiting this whole time,
sitting beside both of our hometowns,
all the while i was waiting for an answer.
and praying for you, come back home.