The girl who never got homesick
Not once, not even when she avoided breakfast
So to not face those strangers alone
Is now surrounded by a hundred loving faces
But the tears come quickly
A billowing current lies just below the edge of her eyelash
Flowing in and out, always in motion
And if the girl lets down her shoulders even a millimeter
The tide comes rushing out
Pushing her down, drowning her out
Her home, that green place without hills
Floods in, replacing reality with nostalgia
And she sees everything through the lens of a camera
As if the theater is empty and everyone else in on screen
And she just sits there frozen, gulping down a scream