homesickness has never been
something that affected me
so prominently. i always felt
happy to walk towards my
next phase of life, only look-
-ing back once in a while.
it's just the way i am.
but sometimes, oh some-
-times it wriggles its way in,
when my head is on the floor,
cold porcelain under my fin-
-gertips, and a chest that feels
like i'd been hit by a truck.
that's when the wishes for
linoleum floors, bath mats
and a caring card of fingers
through my hair build and
burst, wishing for that
comforting contact that is
missing.
no, homesickness never
comes alone.
