In a sea of foreign faces
Braving the sands in our eyes
The chill in our bones
I reached out for your hands
And they were once cold
Then warm.
“Do you miss home?”
But home is where comrades reunite
Hearts reconvening
After long periods of silence among us.
“Are you cold?”
But I was standing among suns
Burning bright
With sun-sized dreams and smiles.
In between broken words and
sentences
Braving the winds of judgment
The hearts stripped of all pretenses
We reached out for each other’s hearts
And they were cold
Then warm.
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