Today I returned,
To a well walked road.
Where the tarmac is rougher than before.
And the sun beats down,
Hotter.

Today I returned,
To a beach well watched.
Where the sea’s soft touch isn’t soft any more,
And the sand isn’t smooth but,
Rougher.

Today I returned,
To rocks well climbed.
Where the stone scratches when before,
It would kiss me. Now it is,
Crueller.

Today I returned,
To a well sweated hill.
Where the track is steeper than before.
And the grasses aren’t so gentle.
Home without you.