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The Chasm

Here, I'm sitting at a fancy restaurant.
My date bought me a nice champagne.
Painted in red, my lips leave a smirk.
I know, how to make this man more tempted.

I might spend tonight in this man's arms.
Or someone else would share coffee cups.
Maybe tomorrow I will focus on my career
And cast them aside forever.
Maybe, this month my salary will get a hike.
But I must go back to the empty house only to dine.

I travelled to this foreign land leaving behind a home,
Thinking that home was limiting me.
Neighbours think that I am soaring here high alone;
Little do they know that ambition has no mercy.

Sometimes I can't see the Sun here.
Sometimes it rains here with snow.
Sometimes the chilly wind is quite severe.
Sometimes the heat drops too low.

And I scroll through my social media
To I look for some old albums.
There I find some friends in sepia;
And I can feel the chasm.

That's why when a man gave me a note today,
"What can I get for you, Hun?"
My shivering fingers could only type back,
"I just want to see my mum."