The French Girl

It's her time to go home after
months in Latin America 
So I'll ask if she misses it there 
Have you been homesick 

No 
She says she doesn't miss things 
Anything, really 
Not her family, friends, clothes 
Places
If I lose the things so be it 
& I will be so happy to see them, of course 
But while we are not together 
I do not miss for them 
I'll only wish for them 
Love 

And I thought, Oh yes, I've heard of this
It's an enlightened state 
Nostalgia-less-ness 
That a mind unbound by 
memory 
makes real freedom 

Later, 
Come to think of it, she must be young 
Just beginning her 20s 
Not old enough to cultivate disaster 
Too early to long for life before...
... that she hasn't yet 
found & lost 
enough to be 
devastated. 

Then I thought, my god, what a projection! 
You don't know how life finds her 

Read twice in different places that week: 
"Your self-pity is arrogance" 
*the past versions of your life are within you*

So I'm here to say 
That was near the day that 
I came over missing. 
…

*Read in Krishnamurti’s What Are You Doing with Your Life? & The Cosmic Serpent: DNA and the Origins of Knowledge by Jeremy Narby