Strange blood

(When your cousins end up being strangers)

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Spurting through the gates

Stumbling upon the bags

Pushing aside my parents

I let them lock me in a hug

Wiping away tiny tears

Grinning like a fool

Howling that I missed them

I tighten my grasp around them.

Gazing at their familiar faces

Letting my ears absorb their voices

Foolishly comparing our heights 

I revisit my childhood memories.

How I wished these memories to remain strong

How I wished these days to remain the same

Did I push away my childhood?

Or was I the one being pushed away?

How I wished they could answer

And say everything is fine

How I wished they could come back

And embrace me again

Sadly, as we grow old

We distance ourselves from our childhood memories

Now, sitting miles away from those memories

I wish to believe; nothing has changed; cause the blood is still the same.