listener

A month ago...

I wished for someone who could just sit right there next to me...
sits straight, and listens closely.

For someone like me, who has been away from home
and has nothing but only pictures in my head
of friends and talks over coffee and doodles of poetry...
or of six people in a dinning table sharing a bowl of warm soup for breakfast...
nothing is more precious in the moment than having someone to listen to all my stories about home and the people closest to me until nothing is left untold and nostalgia dries out, leaving my system for good.