terça-feira, 11 de outubro de 2016

Never entirely home

Since as soon as I remember
There has always been another place, 
I have never been entirely home.
There has always been a piece, missing.
A home, away.
A long distance call to make. 
It got better when I settled down, the past becoming just that….
Till up we went and moved again

My world came crumbling down.

Be patient, I say 
Be kind. These are the hair fractures that can heal with time, 
Like that time you bumped your toe in the same place you had bumped it before and it hurt like hell,
but passed.
Or they can become like that other time, when the nail plain popped out from off my toe
And all went black. 

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