The love I hold on to is imaginary

A mere illusion that subside fear of being lonely

Vows and promises as pillars keeping it sticky

Still I cling with hope of it lasting forever

 

The beings I call friends are scarce

Scattered in different cities, all away

Time and distance can't shake the bond

I will hold on to you, family of choice

 

The home I once loved is broken

Crushed into pieces of households

Love that held it scattered among the dwellers

Still I wake up every morning home sick

 

The parents I looked up to are gratified

Looking at children as saviours from their penury

Sleeplessly praying for the wellbeing of their progeny

Hold on to me, I may be the only of my kind