Migrating

I have seen and watched birds fly from this place.
Passing me over,
they make a loud cry...
I do not know
if it is some sort of warning
or a call for adventure.

I too have flown
from a place I so loved.
And I cried... both of fear and joy.
I have went against tides
of time and emotion.
And I have landed here
in a strange place
I have not learned to call home ...

Should I flee as these birds flee?
Or should I cry out
"You're going the wrong way!
Here is where we should stay!"

But how? When you are not here...
there is no sense... no sanity... no home...

and even birds abandon me...

for Chin Sy Lyn,
life ceases when I am without...