Spur'o'el'momento words

I get a dry taste in my mouth
when we talk on the phone
and there's a hollow behind my
eyes when I think about you.
It's sappy bullshit you don't want
to hear, but you were a home
for some part of me that's moving
around the heartlands.
Roaming is lonely, especially in
the ether of romance, so excuse
me if part of me doesn't vibe
right at night when we talk.
It's hard to watch a home
with new owners, when your
memories are still somewhere
in the attic.