The Return

Walking down familiar streets

not a face in sight

I swallow stale air

in the shallow morning light.

Homecoming is bittersweet

but expectations aren't met

My hopes are let down

and I long to be alone again.

This place doesn't fit

I hate this size I've become

I'm too small in the city

and too big for my home.

I have to strike a balance

and prevent too much change.

But in this short instance

I've regressed past recognition.

I could blame it on him

for reminding me once more

of my lost love phantom,

shaking me to my very core.

Delving through our past

I cherished our time

I regret leaving it so fast

ignoring that final sign.

I slowly choose to numb

every hint of nostalgia

I've been feeling at home.

If I've learned anything since being gone

it's that it's easier to let these things go.

Reviews

[Roger Turgeon]

I've had that feeling "too big for my home" . I guess it's true that you can't go home again. Seems that you have learned to let go...but letting go doesn't have to erase memories.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Seems a venting...your words in the passage of this verse...by the start --- towards the middle and the end gives that appeal...absorbing everything and coming with a conclusion of the thoughts in one perspective concept...