Spring
weather
Reminds me of
brimming airports
The smell
of pre-wrapped buns
And
far-away restaurants
Walking in
another’s slippers
Surprisingly
fitting
Small
kitchens and bigger quarrels
Crazy car
drivers
Nearly
bumping us into the ditch
Bright sea
and ferocious winds
Yet warm
shelter
Just the
two of us gazing at sundown
While
seagulls cackle in a foreign language
All my best
memories,
Tucked into
an over spilling suitcase.
