Traveler's Requiem [Poetry]

Memories

The memories are like soldiers,

Marching across my mind,

Blip after blip after blip,

They come and go,

And I picture it all,

Rainy nights,

Small local cinemas,

Sunsets on bridges,

Walks through town,

Football games in black red and white,

Nights out on the streets drinking with friends,

Festivals with table dancing and enchanting music,

Hikes through the wilderness,

Fields passing by train windows,

Hours spent on my phone as I write books,

Ice cream shops and the local bakeries,

Exploration into the new,

Happiness,

And soon they flood by,

Each one staking a claim,

Until destruction has bared,

And I recall a faint feeling of homesickness,

For my life across the Atlantic.