On homecoming

Where we have been is a beautiful memory,

Fading fast as though steeped in sepia

A photograph album soaking in tea.

And tea is one thing not lacking

After all the trips to the car, unpacking

The tea was last in, first out

Except our son, without a doubt 

and we drank in both, the journey ended.

As our house we once again befriended.

The days of sun and tiger mosquito bites remain 

But neither will quite be the same, in the city

The mosquitoes are less bitey

The sun is less shiney

Its glare seemingly harder somehow

As the voices of neighbours are harder and loud

Amplified in the closeness, proximity defeats

The possibility of keeping our vacation Secret.

“Ah you’re home?! It must have been grand.”

“You’re looking fierce well, were you out on the strand?”

And the questions push mirrors before our beautiful lives 

And our ghostly, but real memories merely live on inside.

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Author: dermhurl

musician, writer, teacher

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