Departures

The long winding road with no limit,
You cycle your way through
The dusty memory lanes,
Leading to azure skies and crimson sunsets.
Find happiness in old photographs,
Carefully tucked away like old receipts or faded bus tickets,
Now as unimportant as they are -
Like the fleeting permanence of love and lovers.
You say I smell like home,
On a lazy winter afternoon
Gorging on boiled rice, some kaffir lime and a pinch of salt.
Nothing fancy, yet a favourite.

Plan your life in arrival and departures.
The tilt of our smiles will tell us
When it's time for us to leave.
Then with a crumpled map in your hand,
You must make your way in search for a new home.
But till then, stay.
Won't you come over
For another day?