I lost the steady sadness
Which used to fill these rooms
And it’s tracks along with yours.
Or have I?
I lost interest in the chimes
That used to draw you to them
Or perhaps I grew weary
Of their empty promises.
I lost the home where you dreamt,
Where the growing was slow
And the plan was hatched
To simply get lost on the way back.
I lost the connection to a country,
The many things it denied us
And the isolation and shame
That used to feel normal.
Yet here I am, thinking of you
And how much was lost
For all the good that was gained
In your struggle to find me.
You, force of nature, you.
How you did so much so well
In spite of all the ebbs and flows.
I see you. I remember.