12 am

I miss my silliness
I want to plunge back
Into my dreams
Taken away from me
And never coming back
These carefree thoughts
Crumbled and crushed
My cheerfulness
My pre-war anxiety
Oh how I miss you
Where are all these hugs
And heartfelt handshakes
Spontaneous trips
I need to be grateful
But sometimes
Mourning is all I feel

Losing / Gaining

I lie and morn and cry and see no light

Sometimes the sense of loss is overwhelming

My every tear is memory of love

Of hugs, of smiles, of voices, of the warmth

That surges through your heart when moment comes

When distances and years fade away

I sit and smile and cry and laugh and hope

My story is a blessing and a curse

My home embraces continents and seas

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