I am of

I am of tall buildings glittering in the Sun,
the smell of the street food roaming my mind.
I am of short buildings, Tallgrass and laughter in the backyard
that still echoing in my ears.
I am of Desert Storms howling outside,
with the sun burning every moment into my memory.

I am of street food,
with names I can no longer recall.
I am of food from every corner of the world,
that somehow now I too can now cook.

I am of a world traveler that never left,
and a ghost existing only in an alternate reality.
I'm of grandparents meant to live happily ever after,
but cut short by no longer Beating Heart,
yet mine still beats to the rhythm of that day.

I am of countless final goodbyes,
so much so that I have gained the ability to see the ending even before the beginning.
I'm of a dog of whom I would give my life to.