Home sick

It is feeling homesick
In your own bed,
In the house you've lived in,
Your entire life.
Because home haven't been this town, since the first time your smile took my breath away.
Home became the back seat of your motor bike.
And the way you said 'I love you' and 'You're Beautiful' without ever opening your mouth.
Home was your mouth, home was your laughter, Your hands.
Home was how you talked about our future.
Home was the bright sun rise that I wake upto every morning with you waiting for me outside my door. The times I naively laid next to you.
Home is a place you took with you, when you left.
I wonder, If now that you're faraway, in a different city.
If you too feel, homesick. For more than this small town.