Weary from wandering in circles

When I return home, weary from wandering, I look for you first.
 
Just resting my head in your lap melts away all my exhaustion.
 
But precisely at that moment, you're always busy.
 
I come home only to return to you.
 
Must everything be spelled out in words?
 
When my heart is heavy and I long to hold you close, even then
 
you remain buried in office work.
 
Yet without you... there's no one else I can embrace.
 
Because you never have time, I don't go anywhere either.
 
Why would I go alone? What's the point of seeing all those beautiful sights without you?
 
You too will find time someday, find leisure.
 
You'll want to take me traveling,
 
you'll want to stroke my hair and lull me to sleep,
 
you'll want to hold me close to your chest and weep.
 
But by then I'll have given up wanting these things.
 
I'll have learned to live without you.
Just as I once grew accustomed to being with you, I'll manage to get used to being without you too.
 
You'll see!