I miss you deeply, bone achingly, so acutely though I never really knew you.
In the last two years I scarcely thought of you, and as I made myself forget, I told myself I had simply lost contact. That's all it was.
But when I was reminded, forcefully of your existence, when forgetting in the moment was no longer an option, when I was reminded of your thoughts, you feelings, your ambitions in the word: I realized that although I never really knew you, though all my recollections of you are but snatched sentences and brief smiles in a hallways, in the bright sunlight or in the constant pattering of light rain, all of the fragments, each one of our interactions are etched with glances into my heart.
All the hurt is gone, all the pain has left, and all I have now are fading memories of insignificantly monumental times.

i'm from a small, yellow bedroom
yellow flowers, yellow layette
and yellow jaundiced skin  
i'm from the taste of the tea mother makes me when i'm sick
and from the sound of her singing
about how she looked and looked for the light
like the roots and the leaves floating in the boiling water
her voice a soothing sound
like bubbles in simmering tea

i'm from words written on a page-
the feeling of an old book and the smell of a new one
and i'm from hiding beneath the covers
falling in love with black letters printed on white paper
i'm from lots of illustrations and then none at all
when my mind became colorful enough to fill all the pages
i'm from "the game is afoot"
and "after all this time?"

i'm from all over the world
pieces of my heart, a jigsaw puzzle
like my family scattered all over the globe
i'm from canada, from the US, from france from lebanon from italy
i'm from a country nobody wants
but a country that desperately wants us back

i'm from messy hair, oversized sweaters
half-finished sketchbooks filled with promises
and ******* poetry lines
i'm from the echo of my own voice
against the splatter of the shower
i'm from reading in the flashes of street lamp lights
i'm from pursuing science and desiring art
drawing on the airplane's foggy windows
and wondering how it flies
with a clear head and with clouded eyes.

I wish,
and I wish.
Over and over
for company,
for love,
for skill,
for strength.
I wish to shorten distances
to take away your pain.
And as time moves on,
I 'll wish and wish again.

You're far away.

Or maybe I am
talking is hard
because we can't find the time
but I want you to stay
a parto fo my life.

We'll do out best
to stay as close friends
we'll try our hardest
to fight the distance
to suvive this.

And when we do
we'll know blessings exist
and that our connestion
and love
will pesist.

The rain taps,
the cup steams,
the candle flickers,
im in a daydream.
The pages turn,
the cat stretches,
the wind howls,
my pencil sketches.
The light leaves,
and night comes,
the heat of my blanket
my sleep becomes.

light brown liquid
steaming hot,
brings me joy
wakes me up.
delightful brew
staming in my cup
warms up my heart
and cheers me up.
Heavenly drink
that starts up my day
and latter assures me
that everything's okay.