Across the continents people live in homes

Very much like mine but not in the least bit similar

Sunlight beaming through their wide open kitchens

Sipping coffee in the morning, sitting by the bright windows

Some searching for the last lost chance in the tattered purse

To bring home something to eat, a meal that has no time, nor name

Eventually someone comes along after a long time

Time that I spent working, running around, being lazy and talking to friends

All the time, feeling alone,

Never mind if there’s are twenty people with me or one

How have you been my friend?

It’s been a really long time since we last spoke

You’ve been doing things I see,

All by yourself you say?

I hope you wouldn’t feel too lonely

It all comes back in a rush,

Sunlight, walks beside the rivers in places that I never visited

A mere fragment of a bygone conversation

A piece of someone’s imagination

Breathes its warm promise into the cold corners of the mind

Friends who stay close, those who are far away

all of them talk and try to keep the warmth flowing

distances, and things are mere formalities

closeness is a matter of heart and thought

When exactly was I lonely?

It’s probably the most difficult thing to achieve

Because the whole wide world never left the room

In bits and pieces once, and then in unfathomable entirety.