As the six month summer fades away
The skies are turning monochrome
As my mood flits with every day
I prepare to leave my home.
Last week I was a happy girl,
The week before a drag
Last month I was exploring
This month my heart has sagged.
A turbulent brain rode a turbulent plane
That day. From east to west
Anticipation paid its dues
And Nostalgia wore its Sunday best.
I departed from an airport in China
Waved off by my roommate and my man
I arrived in London Heathrow,
A totally foreign land.
Now as September withers
I ponder over this
What, on earth, does the place I’m in,
Share with the place I miss?