Tuesday 27 September 2011

The life of the immigrant

How can I be happy and sad at the same time?
Why are my sad tears rolling down my face while my eyes and heart are smiling?
How is it possible to be happy with what we have and still miss so much of what is far?
How can it be so painful and be so grateful at the same time?

This is my country now, it is my home; yet my family is not here.
My friends and their families are my family now; yet I need my parents here.
It's the same sun and the same moon, is my same God, is the same love.
 My heart is filled with love, but there will always be a void, you are not here.

Four years doesn't make it easier, and doesn't make it harder, its just more of me missing you. Your hugs, your kisses, your smell, your touch. I miss you with all my soul, and will always be like this.

Wish you were here.

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