Away From Comfort

Yellowing bricks in
My eye line
As I sit here.

Waiting.

It's cold
I'm waiting for home
A familiar smell
A sound that I know

But sitting here
In silence
As a train rushes by

I'm thinking of you
I'm longing for you

As every sound
Makes my ears prick up
I'm wishing it was
The sound of your voice

As every second
Ticks by

I wish you were here.