If.

If
In the middle of your joy
In the quick second you stop and hold in your laughter to breathe
In the moment you suck up too much air in awe of the beautiful things you are blessed for the first time to see
In the quick beating of your heart when a new place excites you

If
In the middle of your comfort
In what understanding you may find in the foreign words scribbled before you
In the lazy rhythm of a train or hum of a plane
In the light drowse a warm breeze leaves as it touches your face

If
In the middle of your pain
In the moments you cross from conscious to asleep and dream of home
In the discomfort you may find in unfamiliarity
In the rest you long at the end of your journey

In those moments
If
You
Remember
Me
I will be
Grateful.