​Traces of flickering light glimpsing over lightless faces

lost in the lands they shall call home.

Faces, therein lostness, close but not close enough,

alone together under an unfamiliar sun, sinking and sinking.

Overdue healings stripping the skin,

rough hands forgotten to crave to defy.

Faded eyes gulped into the moon's hollowness, sinking and sinking.

To helplessness, when you leave your own in tears,

to be where sleep comforts nothing but your spine,

and where sense of belongingness will be absent.

Alone Together by Jasleen Kaur (To being an immigrant)