Cool nights remind us,
We’re far from home.
Drifting farther and farther
With each summer day.
Living in fear of the past;
In hope of the future.
Will I see my parents again?
Will I see Cuba again?
Hope fades.
Desperation:
Mornings of reading the newspaper,
Skimming every article,
Searching for more, more
More information on Cuba.
Realization:
Castro’s promises sacrificed freedom:
Didn’t seem like such a high price.
Elimination:
In only a few months,
It had all become clear.