Lost in Migration

I used to know this place.

I used to know these people.

I still remember the afternoons sitting by the sea,

smoking and chatting,

the dinners together,

the road trips.

Yet I feel like I don’t belong here.

Who am I?

Who have I become?

©Brooxy Moon

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