The last time I had a take-off from my hometown, I couldn’t even bare to take a look outside.
I’m glad I had the seat on the aisle,
cuz when I saw the city below
it was the hardest I had cried in a while.
I thought that it was more bitter than sweet
as I blinked and stared at the mini LCD TV in front of me.
I brought along with me a few extra pieces of emotional baggage that spun around the baggage-claim carousel carriage-
but when I picked them up after landing, I felt a lot less damaged.
I sorted through the feels,
and coiled up my memories running in my head on old school projector reels.
The second time back I felt settled, more whole, more ‘human’
To know I missed the place on Earth with my most loved humans.
This time around was a soul more sound residing in my physical frame when we touched down.
On the take-off back, with catharsis in mind,
I realized I was leaving home again, but going home too.
I looked out the window, and couldn’t find a reason to do anything, but smile. -RSM
