The MARTA train chugged along to North Springs.
As I got into my car, you leapt at me.
That familiar smiling face, the warm embrace.
Some days back, you were for real.
Driving down GA-400 was directionless.
In a desperate want of destination.
But then, Exit 11 was home, wasn't it?
Some days back, my house was home.
I opened my mailbox.
The usual ad pamphlets - dustbin fodder.
This time though, I put them in my pocket.
Some days back, you'd found them of use.
At a slight detour from the mailroom.
The swing - crafted of wood, amidst a nice green patch.
I swung under the bright afternoon Sun.
Some days back, it was freezing cold.
I unlocked the door. Entered my apartment.
Was it you - lying on the couch?
Was it you – the little girl running around?
Some days back, these were sights to behold.
The kitchen looked aghast at its loss.
You had brought it the respect it deserved.
Cooking for just a single soul now, feels a burden.
Some days back, even doing dishes had its charms.
Politics on TV - invites scolds no more.
Netflix movies have lost their spice.
The comfy bed is but solitary confinement.
Some days back, I had your lap for pillows.
Your absence is bluntly unaffordable now.
A soul-less career takes a price too high.
Those few days are now worth in gold.
Some days back, I had made my millions.
As I got into my car, you leapt at me.
That familiar smiling face, the warm embrace.
Some days back, you were for real.
Driving down GA-400 was directionless.
In a desperate want of destination.
But then, Exit 11 was home, wasn't it?
Some days back, my house was home.
I opened my mailbox.
The usual ad pamphlets - dustbin fodder.
This time though, I put them in my pocket.
Some days back, you'd found them of use.
At a slight detour from the mailroom.
The swing - crafted of wood, amidst a nice green patch.
I swung under the bright afternoon Sun.
Some days back, it was freezing cold.
I unlocked the door. Entered my apartment.
Was it you - lying on the couch?
Was it you – the little girl running around?
Some days back, these were sights to behold.
The kitchen looked aghast at its loss.
You had brought it the respect it deserved.
Cooking for just a single soul now, feels a burden.
Some days back, even doing dishes had its charms.
Politics on TV - invites scolds no more.
Netflix movies have lost their spice.
The comfy bed is but solitary confinement.
Some days back, I had your lap for pillows.
Your absence is bluntly unaffordable now.
A soul-less career takes a price too high.
Those few days are now worth in gold.
Some days back, I had made my millions.
