Homecoming

The city felt haunted, the street like a lingering piano riff

tapering off with a melancholic melody

There was an abandoned newspaper on the road

but she didn't mind, the theme was becoming,

yesterday's news still had a nice ring to it.

She looked out for that house, one that stood unimposing

in a street lined with handsome suitors

her eyes drawn to the desolate cracked concrete

which with it's dying creepers on the walls

wailed another story of another time.

Her eyes gleamed as she willed her heart to be still

longing to rip off the garish sale sign

that stood like a coquettish prostitute in the blistering heat.

The creaky door that was to shelter them from the humid day

made it's compliance rather loudly known with a conspiratorial groan.

She knew she was home and it begged to be celebrated

and even as he toasted the news with champagne and doubt

she drank with unflinching gulps the bitter homecoming

And with heady optimism and bubbly that long fell flat,

she longed to retell a story in a city of ex-lovers.