15th of September, 2015

we hope to find home

Flashing across the railway,

with sounds of squeaking doors

and an interval voice-over,

We stare out of the window,

as cities turn into landscape

and they disappear into

dark tunnels with yellow lights,

we long to find something

that speaks to us,

a recognition of all that’s lost,

we hope to recognize the face

of our lovers, our enemies

We run from place to place,

but never to a destination,

We hope to recognize,

the place where we

lost our hearts,

we hope to find home

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