Follow Me Home
The icy winter has claimed me here as I'm holed up against my will in this place, and it makes me dream of the warm sunshine that floods from your beautiful face. As I said before, sunshine just seems to follow her wherever she goes. Every day with you is a summer's day, though we're torn apart. What I would give to be home in Sydney and in your arms. Yesterday I said beautiful things to you, but it ended up making you cry in pain with longing for me and I felt so desperate and alone wanting to comfort you and wipe your every tear away for good. I stare out the windows every day and listen to old love songs, waiting to see if you will follow me again. So close and yet so far. To touch your face and hold your hand would truly have my heart beating again and my head full of dreams would all come tumbling out. My life here in Lithgow is so routine and uneventful, it makes the time with you so much more precious even though that is limited too. I dreamt of taking you to the wat...