My Only Home

by Luca-Pacheco

Grissom's not Shakespeare me neither , but he needs to tell Sara how he feels, while he waits for her return. Drabble.

My Only Home

Disclaimer: I own nothing. CSI's not mine.

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The scent of your body when falling asleep on our bed

Once my sweetest embrace, it became my torment instead

My days are restless, I can't help waking up cold and wet

Dreaming of San Francisco, the bay where our eyes first met

My knees are weak, for too much time I've been walking alone

My mind and eyes are filled with all the places where I've gone

But none of them is good enough if with me you don't come

For you too, my dearest Sara, have been my only home.

Grissom sighed. This time, he did send it.

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Exactly 100 words! How's that?