Homesick

I have many homes 
I leave my heart with places and people to collect
 So when I say I am homesick
 it's not to one place to which I must return 
for my friends are my family
 and my family are my friends
 and the time in between is split between desserts, oceans, mountains and sand. 

I miss the pueblo houses and also the urban towers
eating breakfast burritos with my beloved friends and hearing mariachis play 
I miss my Chicago apartment and hearing my tio play a cuatro and my abuelita dancing salsa in the living room
I miss the Spanish moss and humid weather of north florida

I miss more the people who we are lent
those who pass through and in our lives 
There are so many that I miss 
these incomplete goodbyes 
often make we wish to delay my wandering heart
but more so it makes me sometimes sick from the moments and love that I have quietly missed