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by Musab Al Rawahi

I was born here,
But is this my home?

If it is—if it must be—
Then why doesn’t it feel like so?

When I travel,
I don’t feel like an outsider
As much as I do in my own hometown.

Yet when the flight lands back here,
I feel as though my heart is a jewel
Being placed back into its safe box
Like this land is two open palms
That await my arrival
And spread to embrace me
Into eternal safety.

I must accept
That I am forever torn
Between being from but not of,
Being part here and part elsewhere.

Out of Town

this house is huge
filled with empty space

i can feel the rhythm of my heart
i can almost hear the echo of my breath

mom and dad
are out of town

my mind can’t stop wondering
if this is how dead our house would be

when they’re gone
on a one way ticket

to
the other side

i can’t bear the thought
my throat is clogged with a lump of tears

what is life
without mom sitting in the living room?

what is life
without dad’s loud laughter in the afternoon?

Silent House

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by Tommy Tong

the house is so silent
so sad

parents are on the other side of the globe
my sister’s singing in her room

i’m all alone
it’s not even worth turning on the light

i wish i could say i have the sun of my soul
shining through the tunnel of this phase

but i can’t
because i don’t

just like this house
i’m so silent
i’m so sad

1265 days later.

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by Luis Galviz

1265 days later.
Sometimes the pain of losing a loved one
Makes you feel closer to them

And sometimes it makes you feel
Lifetimes apart

Sometimes it flows through you and turns into art
Sometimes it freezes your blood

To Miss

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by Andrew Wilson

true missing doesn’t need time to be felt.

you feel it the moment the oxygen you breathe
is different from your beloved’s;
when the air doesn’t carry their scent;
when the room doesn’t sing to their presence.