In exile I showed you
I can summon dignity.
Like a splint it bound up
my broken dreams,
knitted crazily together now.

And in the quiet and the calm,
in the absence of remonstrance,
you relented and opened the door.

My heart grows tougher with
every abandonment, and yet,
I believe you will break it again.
Warily do I tread in your land,
clutching my passport.