i left home
to build one
my hands learned
the weight of another country's coins
so my family's hands
could stay soft
nobody said
come back
they said
send more
so i became
a river that only flows
one direction
after enough years
the address stays the same
but the house forgets you
the door still opens
but something in it
hesitates
i am father
on a screen
twice a week
husband
in a bank transfer
son
in a photograph
they show the neighbors
they call me
provider
i call myself
a man who left
to earn the right
to belong
to people
who are slowly
becoming strangers
qatar taught me
you can hold up a whole family
and still be
homeless
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