to my girl...my sunayani

times do change.
i wake.do regularities.
but i look back.
make no mistake,
i look back everyday.
the daily phone call.
the dates.with others and each other.
she's my girl.my own.my home.
and i'm homeless now.
so is she.
we are two peas.
but outside our pod.
lost in a huge bowl with a million other peas.
trying to find each other in the frightening reality of mimesis.
remembering is painful.
but it's also survival.
don't cry baby.
i'm there.
you're there.
and we will always be.