listening to the stillness of evening
in a rural Mexican town
Heat of day fading
Grandparents asleep
Aunts Uncles Cousins gone home
for the evening
Alone in the room where
they slept and played as children
A light to keep the darkness at bay
Leonard Cohen singing in my ears
as he picks at his guitar
My life waiting for me at home
Yet this life here
separate
and necessary
to my survival
to find a way forward
by looking backwards
to where two lives met
and gave life to mine
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