What is this pain in my heart
Longing, that old friend and old enemy,
That’s what it is.
Longing to come home, forgetting that
Home is no longer home
Longing to press my cheek
To the faded cement floor
Imagining amma and nanna
Next to me, not away from me
Never away from me.
For one word, one smile, and
One reassurance.
Reassurance for what?
That we, you and I, will cross over,
From strangers, from workers with pods,
To old souls, intertwined in each other.
That we will fly, like two falcons,
Far, wing to wing, hand in hand,
That until you bury me, we will be
Strangers to each other, forever.
And ever.
