The suitcases, still unpacked,
stand like sentinels
at the foot of my bed.
The small case with toiletries
lies open and ransacked
for shampoo, razors, and deodorant.
The unfinished romance novel
lays open by the bedside table
my night gown tossed in the hamper.
Vacation is over
and the attempt to return to normal
sits like a cat, heavy upon my chest.
Saturday’s newspaper
beckons with frightening news
of normal days.
No more tours to new places,
no service personnel at my disposal,
no more chocolates on my pillow,
I’ve come home
longing for the way
life used to be.
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