Thursday, May 12, 2016

When you go back 
Don't count the fingers you
Lost getting here 
Or the limbs your neighbours lost 
Don't let the memories you caged 
Come out to play don't 
Unfold the crumpled pages
of your passport  don't
Poke your stomach and sigh
Wistfully where it crosses the 
Borders your aunties set for desirability 
Don't carry any lovers in your chest 
Don't go back, you can't go back 
Not all of you anyway

-We miss time (not places)/ we miss people (not places)

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