I've been told that home is where the heart is
So why has mine seem to have gone away?
Why does my heart so quickly me betray
For feelings of which I am not a whiz?
This month for me has been a giant quiz
Of thoughts and actions. I admit, I'll say
I've done some dumb things while I've been away
On words and thoughts and Facebook posts of his
For this I have no choice but to you warn
My last words have proven to be untrue
I will return, by second chance was born
Inevitably again I'll see you
But hugs, affection, I can't you adorn
It would be something we'd both grow to rue.