"You don't have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back. It is one of those songs that somebody, somewhere, will always be singing." - James Baldwin

on nights like these
i write my dreams
reach across seas
when i should be sleep
half-dead in the daytime
feel no peace
life's on a hyphen
in-between
sip caffeine
sink deep into memory
these old songs
are connected to everything
dust on stacks of wax
we call classics
buildings we used to lean on
that have crashed since
& i don't want to stay stuck in the past
but without then
now's just hard to grasp
foundation
without them
i just can't
keep building
or breathing
i need my fam
but we scattered like satellites
around the map
so home is a journey now
wherever i'm at
missing someone
reunited with another
and if i did stay
i can't help but wonder


as time passes
i sit with me
skyping with closies
while sipping tea
in a crowded cafe
reading your face
smiles and silences
can't be replaced
subtleties in voice
i could almost taste
it's like touching home
but with no embrace
and i'm thankful
even for knowing you at all
and that we both take time to call
i'm not alone
as long as i know
your out there too
i'd rather spend my days
taking long walks with you
but i can't
so focused
on what i got to do
cross continents
it's hard
to just come through
i'm not trying to diss here
but i miss you
and i feel more alive
when i'm with you
if you
think of me
reach out and touch
my heart knows no distance
i love you so much