Coming Home

Salty tears covered my face,
More and more dripping down each moment. 
I could not bear to leave my friends. 
Couldn’t tell if we yelled or sang our Hebrew song,
Each of us put our heart and soul into every word;
We were stars, unified like a constellation. 

My best friend and I hugged our favorite trash can good-bye,
We embraced until forced to separate. 
On the bus, I cried for forty-five minutes, 
Drowned myself to sleep, 
Woke an hour later,  
Unable to move my face,
For it was hard with dry tears;
And all I did was weep for the next two weeks.

I did not want to go home, 
But they gave me no choice, 
Dragged me onto the bus, 
Drove me to the airport; 
I had no other option but to board the plane at that point. 
Greeted by my mother, who smiled like no other, 
I could not feel any more different than her. 

My best friend and I hugged our favorite trash can good-bye,
We embraced until forced to separate. 
On the bus, I cried for forty-five minutes, 
Drowned myself to sleep, 
Woke an hour later,  
Unable to move my face,
For it was hard with dry tears;
And all I did was weep for the next two weeks.

I mourned a lost cause: time,
The most meaningful four weeks of my life.