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