we come back here

when our day of work is done
when the tram doors open
when the car
retraces its steps

when the party
lives on
the next day
in sleep-deprived eyes
and small strips of
conversation

when new friends enter our lives
and old ones drift away
when epic journeys
to far away places
end

when audacious schemes
are born
and grand dreams
dim and fade

when seasons change
and there’s washing
on the line
and warm smells
from an open window

when it’s time
we come back here

and we peer
over cups of tea
at each other
and wonder
when this place
became our home