Traces Of Love

Home

I thought getting away from the hotel would give me a clear mind,
But the peace that I'm looking for is hard to find.
The view before me reminds me of something familiar,
Just not what my mind could figure.
Lilies and peonies grown outside a tiny cottage lawn,
The spirit of new summer year has been redrawn.
Two children cycling down an empty street,
Their parents proceed towards me to greet.
Two or three conversations later,
They say something that makes my heartbeat flutter -

"You know, there's no place like home" -
But how would I know when I have none?