Viktor Hadzhiyski

HOME

Departure Trouble back home demanded change. So, like a leaf blown from its tree too early I left home on a gloomy morning. I can still remember my crying grandma waving me off, understanding the situation a lot better than me. She weeps on departure every time, and I dread the moment she’s not there to cry for me, just like the old dog that’s not there anymore to greet me in frenzied excitement, hump my leg and lay down next to me when I stumble home drunk.