PANGS!

Pangs.

Deep deep pangs.

Wishing for home

for familiar ground

for some whiff of kaapi

for mom's lap

sister's teases

dad's friendly fights

everyone's comfortable silences

and those loving familiar faces

A deep need for home

for those old dear things and places

Suddenly

severely

And yet... life tugs you back to reality

and makes you realize

that this, my dear, is existence for a few borrowed years from home.