The door creaked open And dust flew from the floor, Shimmering in the sunlight, As I came home. Cracking walls were a surprise Next to my room’s door, Cement broke under my feet And a gecko ran into its hole. But it seemed as I had left it The windows that were closed, My books and seashells waiting And the clock ticking on. Amidst the cold surfaces Sometimes we find ourselves, Familiarity seems to be the reason To love and connect. I felt them all welcoming Though tired from their sleep, Stretching under my gentle touch Mocking eternity. The hands showed me all That I thought I had missed, The seconds ticked by, There I was, with nothing amiss.