A New Home

I know that face
as you tell me to sit down
I've seen it so many times.
On my mother's face
every single year
throughout my whole life.
Moisture fills my eyes
but I hold it back
I'm wrong is what I'm praying.
But words crawl out of your mouth
the most venomous of spiders
speaking the words "You're staying."


4,000 miles of separation,
a 3 hour time difference,
a 6 hour flight.
About to start
the most important years
in the place I hate, dislike.
Not a single goodbye
was I able to speak
to the best of my friends.
So now I have to break the news
on the internet
tell them that now is the end.

And yet here I am,
closed in a box
of emptiness and faux smiles.
Blind to the dreams
I came so very close to
drowning in the waters of complicated trials.

I miss my home.