by traveler
As miles of endless ocean
between both of us exist
All of the time I missed
diminished, migrating away
Became all a sad emotion
Ever since that ill-fated day.
Poverty sets us apart
we are stranded, cast-away,
through all year delayed.
How long would it take?
It fractures my fragile heart,
this much longer, can love even wait?
What help can Home do?
NO, It doesn't help, it seems
It is striving for Its dreams
family, house and happiness
a house for me, not for you.
Our guaranteed loneliness.













