Firsts
Grief comes,settles in the veins
And then come the firsts
Needling it to rise and erupt
Crash and clamor
First time as I land and inhale
The air of my land
Will it feel arid and alien
Without your breath mixed in it?
First time my sallow eyes
Searching for a glimpse of you
In the collage of faces
Known and Unknown
Written on:02/27/2016
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