The Return

It’s been five but only to me.
To others it’s three, or two,
if they remember at all.
Life moves on, distance no friend,
search for shared words or memories,
fall back on blandness that cannot offend.
Smiles a little too fixed,
eyes darting to others for rescue.
My stories too long, your chambers too full,
no room at the inn for the perpetual wanderer.

returninghome

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7 thoughts on “The Return”

  1. This is such a lovely poem!! Great portraiture here:

    fall back on blandness that cannot offend.
    Smiles a little too fixed,
    eyes darting to others for rescue.\

    1. Thank you, very kind, coming from a poet like yourself. (I tend to put my ‘failed’ poems or first drafts on here, so I am always happy for any suggestions for improvement.)

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