|Title:||Hello, Welcome Home.|
There’s a girl lingering by the door dressed in parts of me|
Do I welcome her in?
Make her coffee?
Give her a chair to sit?
"Who are you?” I wish to ask.
There’s a sense of unfamiliarity in the atmosphere
Yet even a blind man can spot the similarities
My heart begins to race
Then stops as she opens her mouth to speak
With a voice just like mine
“God ahead”; She says.
I couldn’t wait any longer, all my hairs raised as if ready to leave my skin
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am…” a lot of words follow, I’m trying to catch on the words, what she means, her voice my voice, so beautiful her smile, her laughter tickles me.
I pour her coffee.
Give her a place to sit.
Listen when she speaks.
I give her the bliss of a home.
She gives me the bliss of being whole....