I'll always remember my trips out east
I loved the winding roads and how green the grass was
No mosquitos, only fireflies.
Glowing in the air, twinkling like low hanging stars on a clear night

My grandfather is dying now and the next trip i'll take is to say goodbye
I don't even get to say goodbye,
only a "see you later".

My mother is torn apart.
bed ridden and overcome with emotion

I'm unable to process the emotion
unable to cry
going on with my life effortlessly
but going home to see my mother quietly suffering
losing her hero.

I'll miss the trips out east. I'll miss the big houses and the feilds of green.
I'll miss the kind people,
people that aren't here.

I'll miss truly being free and being myself with people that don't know who i am.
Now i have the west, oceans and sun and relatives.

But it'll be nothing like out east. My home away from home.