Home from holiday, my senses still alive,
suitcases stand silent, hopes to revive,
the jet-lag’s grip, my weary mind’s refrain,
tomorrow’s dreams piled high, unclaimed.
Clothes in heaps, wait washing’s embrace,
within these walls, I find a quiet place,
thankful for the machine that clears the mess,
yet shadows linger, feelings hard to confess.
Photos echo softly, frozen smiles,
memories shine across the distant miles,
reminding me of love’s enduring grace,
bright stars that time cannot erase.
Though tired, my heart ignites with new desire,
to chase the dawn, and lift my soul up higher.