where are my people?
It's been a few decades now.
I have not heard from any of you,
I am starting to think I got lost.

Had my soul fallen
to the wrong pocket of the earth?
Had I missed our stop in
history's timeline?

Perhaps you're all sipping coffee in 1996,
or are nestled snugly around a campfire tonight
Perhaps you don't need words anymore,
You are safe and wanted, no doubts.

My soul sisters, my flame brothers,
You make me miss something I haven't known.

my god, I wonder,


Do you feel my absence as loudly as I feel yours?

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