Missing You

This was just a random poem that came to the surface today and wanted out. It has not been edited so it may be a little rough.

Missing You

Neither here, nor there

Is where my heart seems to be.

Across these states I have lived,

memories and friendships built

in the wake of my life.

Oh! this cursed and deified gypsy-soul of mine.

I love this life.

The world in my grasp,

if only in: the smoke of my dreams,

my anticipated ambitions, and my deepest desires.