Here I am back, my own side of the world
The land of the free, our proud flags unfurled.
Back to the place where familiar feels safe
Where routine is the rule so my comfort won’t chafe.
I fall into a bed with my own unique dent
When I’ve come home so weary, all capacities spent.
My closet is full, and so is my gut
Too much to consume, so much to be cut.
My car still awaits in the driveway for me
My carriage for “places to go, people to see”.
I should feel content upon coming back home
Comfort and ease, as I sit, as I roam.
But I cannot shake this ache in my soul
This lump in my throat, in my stomach a hole.
Somehow unfamiliar felt natural to me
With its rawness and roughness and simplicity.
Little was all that was needed each day
But smiles were big as we went on our way.
I came back to a place where my language is known
But there, with no words, they made me feel home.
One piece of my heart lies over the sea
No wonder my chest is now killing me…