missing me.

Bound by many miles,
back here where life seems paused.
But there's always light,
in many darks.

It's a white,
new upcoming year.
Not too much,
not little,
just nice.

Wake early in the morning,
proceed with days.
Different places,
the same me.

Another chance to see,
and feel all.
I miss few days ago,
miss it all.

Will miss this too.
But home is where I belong.