(9/16/2021)
A poem I wrote today, titled: Come Back
I miss the streaks of sunlight that would enter my room,
through the window.
The sound of breakfast being made finds its way,
under my door.
Here, I wake up to none of those things.
My mother tells me to come back.
I miss going to the movies,
with my father.
The smell of buttery popcorn sneaks its way,
into the theater.
Here, I watch movies in my room. Alone
My father tells me to come back.
I miss arguing,
with my sister.
The sight of rage, in her eyes,
stems from a place of caring.
Here, I argue, but there isn't any love behind it.
My sister tells me to come back.
I miss home,
but I don't want to leave.
I miss living with my family,
but I don't want to lose my identity.
I miss my friends,
but I'll make new ones here.
Everyone asks me,
when will I come back?
I don't know.