The world is shrinking

Maybe I’ll catch you sipping coffee on a jazz walk in San Francisco, when we get sick of our respective islands;

Or capture you in a photograph by accident; tourist shot of the tower, locals in the background;

Or pass by you at a train station, each holding on to two kids by the cuffs,

And frowning, and old, 

And drowning in words that can’t be said 

In front of our husbands 


Author: naomi

Student, likes learning about foreign cultures, shall not divulge anymore so my identity is not exposed!

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