I became them

 

I remember,
setting foot on this soil.

One whiff, and I was an addict.

The heartbeat of the locals,

sounded like,

those of siblings left behind.

Yet, mine was lonely,

They were no siblings.

Only strangers.

Mine was;

Longing and missing,
a life about to go past.
Nervous and excited,
about the future.
Wanting and searching,
for a partner to share with.
Silent and waiting,
for the pieces to fall in place.

Knowing the future
was unknown,

but would come anyway.

Slowly but surely, it would creep up on me.

I became another local.

Another heartbeat in the mix.

 

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