returning home from a faraway land i am on a plane with a few bags filled with memories and things i realise too late (or: just late enough) that a suitcase the one i had taken from home has been forgotten there i look for ways to have it brought back then see: perhaps its contents are of use no longer to me
and i open my eyes
later the day is discovered to be the first in a very long time where i smile for no reason (but maybe a rhyme was involved)
an angry lady on the subway glares at me scratches the pink-tinted day successfu...
but when i look back she is a mere fleeting moment —so indeed is the day but the day-moment is longer and smiles eclipse all else
and now is all anyone has
and remember? i had left unneeded somethings far away