Meeting Halfway Poem by Ghi Palmares

l am here,
You are there.
Somewhere in the middle,
We'll both be there.

A phone call away,
Or a couple of rides to pay,
Somewhere in the middle,
l'll reach you there.

Just a card or a letter,
Makes spoken words better.
'though it really doesn't matter,
As long as we hear from each other.

Be it North, South, East or West,
Your direction leaves all the rest.
'cause if in the middle, l find you there,
l'll be in a hurry, for us to be together.


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homesickness blues...
for those l left behind in the Phils.