Your eyes reflected sadness
As you packed your bags
Packing and unpacking
Travelling used to fun
Exploring was not boring
But now I am snoring
Or perhaps I've died
I wanted to hold you close
You shook your head
Journeys are tedious now
Feeling tired sitting down
When we do arrive
All we want to do
Is come back home
A waste of time
A waste of energy
A waste of you
A waste of me
As I loved you
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This was like the sensation of coming to a platform on a rickety, tired old train - a stop but not home...home is perhaps home because of the people there...so many wastes but not a single wasted word
ReplyDeletethere are so many issues to influence the adventure, health age companionship, but at the end of the day the desire to roost will win out
ReplyDeletehave a nice Wednesday
much love...
this is so sad in some ways but in some ways not.Change is inevitable what you once loved you may not now.
ReplyDeleteI hope I never end up feeling that way as I pack my bags right now.
ReplyDeleteLife itself is the journey. May we never grow bored with it!
ReplyDeletetravelling is fun but not alone I think
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