It was what they said that she said.
I don't trust them but
almost immediately I believe their words.
In a world where a house
is no longer a home to stay in,
to go home is a better action.
This was before she died.
The first time I heard it,
I never understood.
What did she meant by it?
Later on, I claimed it trivial.
A mere delusion of age,
a short term madness
brought about by loneliness.
I never knew it was a sign of unlove.
Partly, it was fault,
I admit, I, too hesitated.
I am guilty of this sin.
I was too late to gain understanding.
I wish I knew what would have happen,
I wish I was there when she was calling.
I wish I knew that out of the rest,
For a mere moment, I became a home.
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