I don’t know why- <br />we are too blind to see <br />and appreciate <br />what’s ours <br />and miss it when it’s all gone. <br />I don’t know why I left <br />home in the first place. <br />But then may be I was eager <br />to follow my dreams, <br />wanted a better life. <br /> <br />I have been here and there, <br />strange places, beautiful places, <br />places I remember <br />so well, but now too lost to care. <br />And it’s funny but I always missed home. <br />It’s been long, far too long <br />since I last saw you. I don’t know <br />why I never came home. It’s so sad but now <br />I just hope I’m not too late. <br /> <br />Now here I am at the station <br />trying and trying to find <br />some desperate justification <br />for being away so long <br />and I really hate to find myself coming <br />to you only now when you're dying. <br />31.1.06<br /><br />Arsiema Berhane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-in-a-railway-station/
