I know,
nobody hears,
nobody reads,
nobody cares,
but
I was only the part creator of this.
Now I am alone in this.
The echo left behind
from the footsteps walking away
of a collaboration turned solo,
a duo turned lonely,
an artist abandoned.

I am torn between two continents,
two cultures,
two upbringings,
two histories,
two currencies,
two ways to make a sandwich,
yet in my division,
I also stand
apart from both.
Neither is home,
neither is a stranger,
neither give me confidence
in who I am.
Is there a third,
I am yet to find,
or will I always be
hovering between worlds,
a ghost of identity.

To breathe a journey
of lost dreams,
realizing things
weren’t as they seem,
ignoring the cliche
of epiphanies
and embracing
the stay
of new themes.

A warm wind cools the chaos of winter,
leaving tears that cleanse
and make room for new.

As the sun awakens the green,
may spring awaken
the slumber in me.