Forgotten Country
Ever since I left,
my home town,
I never thought, that
it would make much,
difference,
despite my absence.
But I have started to feel,
the sense of absence,
within me.
When I close my eyes,
and contemplate,
what is it that bothers me,
that I may’ve missed?
I tell you,
It is the sweet memories,
that slowly unfold,
from the good old days,
that are very dear to me.
I have come all this way,
But, I won't regret,
for living so far away,
because I get,
to see life as it is,
that, perhaps, I would
never have,
realized it otherwise.
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