Through the glass doors
Hesitant steps
Doubtful eyes
Oh, pretty hijab. And shirt.
Whoa, simmer down the stress.
Damn girl, too loud!
Finally,
I found you.
I am walking, but
in my head, I am running
as if returning
from a war zone.
Face to face we sat
Bags unloaded
Urgency filled the air
And a feeling bloomed-
one I never knew
existed.
At home, at ease
All safe and sound.
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