Way of my soul || Poetry

xxi. home

hanaonthenet

Every school event, together we used to chant
slip our hands in each other's pockets steal gums and chocolate bars
but now, the stupid things we did
we very well can't
cuz now, her house, it lies so far
somewhere none shall reach
the plans we made, reality, are now dreams we can only preach

I am writing this poem for her
cuz she calls those walls a house
she says that her spirit has no home
it wanders and it roams
hiraeth keeps bothering her again
so, I thought, then
let's make it home
not the paint and the cement
but, that fact that you don't come back home alone

let us make it home,
our short but sweet conversations on the phone
home for us will be
Ridha's reels, Fariha's snaps, once in a blue moon from Sumaiya, that single emoji
come back to the feeling
not the garden, tables and ceilings

So when you think of home
think about us
think of the people you love
not where you live
until time being
till you come back to all the hugs we can give

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Context: Dear Hana, your home is in our hearts ❤️