Today, somehow I am different.
After months of being filled
with all you have thrown to me.
And whilst I can't tell you
what has changed,
I feel it's almost everything,
yet somehow nothing.
Whilst I wonder what
is for the road ahead,
I fear that with my departure
will be the end of all the contentness,
your country, and my time here
has filled.
Under your mango trees,
upon your dusty roads,
next to the smiles and the hands
of your children
I have found in myself something
which has always been missing,
something so eternally unfound.
And whilst I watch my last sunsets,
with the light that they bring,
I smile for your moments,
your friendships
your memories.
And I wish for your independence,
your peace
your freedom, and
that which you have given to me.
