The day is here
Farewells, drinks and tears
Last goodbyes are over
New hellos to begin
Boxes on a ship
Bags on a plane
Memories are forever carry-ons
Together for twenty years
We lived here
We arrived with two suitcases each
We return with boxes, bags and memories
Two wishes remained for me
See the city fog through my lens
And run five miles
Laziness lost to spirit
So I went
To see city through the fog
Squeezed a quarter mile run
Up the San Francisco hill
Five miles I couldn’t
I was ready to depart
I had to take one last photograph
I clicked
The camera announced
Memory Full
Tales of a foreigner at home 