so many times

I convinced myself

I was homeward bound

to some place external

internalised

the table spread before me

bounty of love laid out

ready for the taking

with no asking

as

a body has to have

something to aim for

a place to be

other than the here

struggling with timetables

trains bus’es planes

fatigue of head heart

wondering just wondering

where or when this will end

& home

the fantasy of

the only lure

to bring us closer

to moving on

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