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
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