I know you don't check on me
Or think of me
Nor miss me like I do you.
But I also know that the image
Of what you know of me
Will cross your mind
With each lyric of our favorite songs
Whenever you hear them
And Always.

I also know that
Each time the name
Of my land will be taken
It will be me you will immediately think of.

But right now, at 2 a.m., I lay wondering if
This thought will bring you a pang of pain or will it just
Fleet away in a moment's moment?

Will you stop and pay homage to the miseries of fate and distances?