Home isn't home without you (my poem)

Home isn't home without you. The week we spent together quickly flew. I forgot what it meant to live alone. Only to feel it with gusto once you were gone. For a fleeting moment, it felt like my childhood days. If only, a little longer you could stay. The week felt both long and short. But the time spent with you was never for naught. How I wish I could turn back time. To relive that week again would be sublime. I will miss you when you're not here. But such is life, while I await my dear.\