Homesick

Lately I’ve been wondering
how birds of migration
know where they are headed
when home
is ten thousand miles away.

Lately I’ve been wondering
what it’s like to have
somewhere to go
when the sun goes down
and it becomes a little
too cold outside.
Because I can’t remember
the last time you held me.
Because I can’t remember
how to find my way home.
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