I have always been a whole person

Please don’t let what I now describe convince you otherwise 

But I left the other part of me in foreign country 

 

Endearment 

I love the way he says my name 

With words and phrases I have heard before 

But those that have not enlightened me until now 

I can breathe around him, more than mere survival 

 

I met him in a world where summer is winter and winter is summer

And I began to stop searching for something to make me feel full 

I found that feeling in a plane ticket

 

You are my home from home

The boarding gate where I merge with my other self 

(the one I awakened after 26 hours of flying and a new temporary guest; jet lag) 

 

My body knew you were alive the day I was born 

or so it feels 

Yet it drew me to a place across the globe where you belong 

 

Am I missing luggage?

No one can seem to find the part of me that didn’t arrive back in England 

perhaps I left it with you, waiting for the future we pray for

at a check-in desk 

 

-“the past is a foreign country, they do things differently there”