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Your words were lost on paper
Suddenly your long flowing script became unknown to me
Unfamiliar
Like the intonations of your words
Ringing with the accent of your new found home
They were like hollow bells, beautiful when heard from afar
But deafening
Annoying
When we are but one foot apart

Your hand did not reach out to me when I said hello
And we sat at the café for an eternity
Not speaking
Now when I think of it
The silence was more comforting
So much more than your foreign words

And I wonder in my heart where all the charm had gone
Where was the twinkle in the eye,
The lopsided smile?
Your brown skin and black hair placed you at home
But your actions, your words
It was as if you never belonged to us

You just arrived the other day
And for the short hours you’ve been here you have been asleep
You wake up and open your mouth to speak
Just to say you’ll be going home next week

You looked at me when you said that
There was no sadness in your eye
What happened? Don’t you remember?
This was home, is still home
But you just smiled and went back to sleep

We all dream of foreign lands, faraway, unfamiliar. We eat the food, drink the concoctions, breathe the air and lose ourselves. When we go back to where we came from we discover a foreign land which once was home.

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