I walked into the lunchroom.
My world tour just ended and I had come home inside a silence house.
You were the first one texting me and my empty heart had agreed to meet up.
I saw you sitting at a table in the corner,
When my eyes found yours,
Your lips curled up into a little smile,
which made my heart melt.
I missed you.
I walked over to the table and you stood up.
Your arms opened for a hug and I disappeared in them.
I hold you.
Your hot muscled body against my poor soft one.
Your strong protecting arms around me.
Like they used to be.