Missing

 

Cape Sant Vincent, Portugal, March 2006

For months on end

in a weird world,

an island within myself,

grappling with what-ifs,

what-nots, what-nows.


Most of my time spent

missing places, people,

the roots I belong to,

the roots I chose on the way.


Time away, nothing changed.

Still longing for a meet,

for a cup of coffee, even tea,

longing for a call, maybe,

for a talk, for sure.


Months on end

in an island missing

people, places, roots,

I am ready at last

to leave the isle:

I am back!


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