He looked at me.
I was wondering what was on his mind.
“I don’t understand,”
He said,
“Why you are here?
You are in a land across the ocean,
And still, you write to us here.”
I wanted to tell him that there,
Where he is,
Is my home.
I realized that he was right.
I don’t belong there anymore.
Only my memories keep living
In the land on the other side,
But my existence is here.
I knew what I must do.
So, here I am.
Starting a new journey,
Which I’ve already started years ago.
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