Missing Home

It’s six months and six days
Since I left home
And flew thousand miles
To start a new home.
It has only been months
But it feels like years
Wondering each day
How back home, things has been.
There are still more days to live
And events to attend here
Before I can finally say,
I’m back to my home sweet escape.
I may have a new place called home
But the place I’ve been for years before
Can never be compared
To where I am now.
The warmth, laughter and tears
These things are always missed.
As the cliché goes,
There’s no place like home.

Questions

what is it in your blue eyes
that makes me stop for a while?
what is it in your smile
that melts my heart each time?
where were you all my life
that we have met just now?
where will our love get us?
and till when will it last?
will you stay the way you are
till our old days have come around?

For U

While waiting on the training to be finished, a training that I cannot join because the language used is German, I get to finish this poem. It's surprising that I can write poems again, after so many years... And oh, my name is no longer "angel anne," the name that non-sense guy gave me, it's "kleine anne" now, and I guess "U" know why... Detoxification is working perfectly!

i've lost all the words to write
i've forgotten all the feelings
my smile is always a mask
that hides the tears that never ends.

until one day, U came along
just like a dream i had for so long;
i'm glad i could smile again
and my heart filled with love again.

I know, you might say the poem sucks, I am really not good in poems, at least I tried to write again, after so many years...