Home, but Not-Home

I’m home at last
To be with the one I miss
But, I’m not home
For I’m still tethered to my grief
For the one I miss
And cannot go to her home to see

I’m home, but not-home
With my computer and posting
With my music and headphones
With my words and writing

I’m home, but not-home
Will her father find a way
To pull me home from this not-home prison
Can he reach me?
I hope he can, for I want
To go
Home