Goodbye Apartment 16A

You became familial and familiar
home from home as we roam
Twelve nights and thirteen days.
a lifetime in a holiday
of sand and sun and family fun

Witness to our  drunken coming
and now our sad and sober leaving
a small part of me is gently grieving,
another fragment abandoned on a foreign shore,
behind your bright door,

Hangover sanctuary sunshine and shade
through wooden slats, happy days
beyond the confines of a bedroom
and a tiny lounge of diminutive size. Views of blue skies.

self catering meant no catering
but still I took the cheese grater
from the kitchenette so not to forget
the homeliness you offered with open arms
during twelve nights and thirteen days.

Am I the only one who feels sad when leaving behind the dust of a holiday. The feeling of abandoning a place where I felt happiness and my family felt secure and loved.

© Dave Kavanagh @

2 thoughts on “Goodbye Apartment 16A

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s