Journeyman

I thought you were my world,
but nope,
you were not even an island
for me to rest,
you were a harbor at best,
the one with vibrant colors and cuisine
to be sampled,
but not to be taken home.
No souvenirs,
No postcards.
just memories that linger,
and the faded,distant smells,
that remind you of once upon a time.

#ReganSinghOriginal
21st September 2014