Missing Home

Eternal summers

Afternoon rain showers

Drifting through my mind

Rays of sunshine

Warming me

Melting the cold icicles of snow

That covers my soul.

I dream

Of roadside conversations

And walking around small neighborhoods

Where people know each other

Exchanging looks

A nod of heads

They say,

“Oh you’re back”

“Since when have you been home?”

And I would say,

“It’s been a long time.”

I smile and look around me

It’s a cold winter day.

It’s been some time

I would say.

It’s been some time.