staring at the wall for hours
a gentle check up or empty small talk
we share pictures and stories together
the tears come down eventually
we held each other without a sound
the room is full of memories
a wrinkled hand holding mine
speaking our native tongue
cold hands but a warm heart
stories from ages ago
from a land i never knew
how i wish to hug you longer
but no amount of time is long enough
so i regret the days i left you alone