I walk into a small world
Frozen in time
Strewn across the table.
Homework uncared for,
But memories made.
A wardrobe still open
From the frantic searching
For a dress,
The bed, the blanket,
In a state of disorder,
Quite the mess.
But dopamine still hangs in the air,
The sparkling me of a different hour,
A different time, at a different pace,
Eager indeed to leave this place
Only to now return and recall
The things so trivial and so small,
That I never realised I’d been missing,
Until, at last, upon returning.