RETURNING
to return to a job,
to a lover,
to a life…
sometimes it is longing
that brings us back,
sometimes habit.
sometimes the wish
to revive an old expectation..
often, the familiarity
of a quiet afternoon
we hope to regain..
when the dusty bell is rung
with the voice of the present,
does the past simply wait
for the one who returns,
or does every memory
gather a new meaning?
the world changes
and the world does not.
people change
and people do not.
sometimes we return hoping
that something has changed.
and with the same hope,
we wish that it hasn’t.
perhaps this is the paradox
of returning.
