Coming Home

A bit musty

The air
Familiar yet
new somehow

The footprints show

the amount of dust

Settled around the steps

I had taken

I hear sounds 

amidst the silences

I look in the direction

Memories

Keep flirting with time

I smile

I don’t sigh

I am amused

Some things I had

meticulously covered

To keep them safe.

The mirror was one of them

I pull down the drape

Blue with tiny white flowers

I expect to see the same mirror

It isn’t.

I smile

Tentatively at first

As the dust starts settling

I don’t flinch

I shake the drape even more

Imagining the white flowers

come off the sheet and fly

Throwing caution to the wind

I turn my head up

This feels like stardust…

Pieces of me are settling down

I have come home.

Rhea