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.