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Dec 2020
I see the
world
in passing

Home
and countless cities
just like it

whizzing by

like faces
on the metro

Gone too quick
to remember the details

Were Spanish streets
cleaner than their
English siblings?

Did Thailand taste
like ginger?

Or was that Japan?

What did America sound like?

Memories of home
and the stops between

mingle like
voices
in busy street markets

echoing in harmony
with the droning
neon orchestra

Will the memories leave me?

Will recollection take flight
like the last of your
stray hairs?

Will I wander so far
that I forget
our
language?

I don’t belong here

I never will

and soon
I’ll see another land
and greet it
as a friendly stranger

with a nod
and meeting
of the
eyes
that lasts
just a bit
too long

and its face
will join the others

indistinguishable

and distant

I’m an outsider

I am
transient

foreign

and lost

and I don’t know
where you live
anymore

Could the world
stop
just for a second

so that I may clearly see
your face
on the other side
of the track?

So that I can
remember
a little longer
what home looks like?
Written by
Taylor  29/USA
(29/USA)   
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     Zulma, ---, Carlo C Gomez and ap
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