I left home 5 years ago, and have been back 5 times,
With no recollection of the escapades of each time,
Yet I never forget, the 5 nights like a eidetic charm
The last night of each time.
The last night brings a plethora of guilt
Riddled with bullets of emotional doubt
Could I have been more vocal on the table?
Maybe a little more could have been said before the old man called it a night
Mother helps me fold the fallen tee-shirt
Her tone hinting anxiety for my future
I have memorized the contours of her forehead, to keep me in spirits for a later time
Father shuts his bedroom door
Perhaps disappointed at how we appreciate silences
My presence is yet an unfinished limerick,
Like a muddlehead waiting in despair
Nothing changed in the 5 times,
My vow to be home intact
The guilt and homesickness remain the same
Each time promising to be the last
There are unchained emotions kissing my country mouth
To get me to come home soon
For if you were in my place
Wouldn’t you do that too?