The Journey by Rekha Seshadri

She lingered at
old haunts,
some unchanged,
some long gone
flashes of days gone by
all hues, all shades
the week gone
in a daze
she sees them still
sad, smiling faces
a friendly hug
a kiss on the forehead
back to the new land
of self imposed exile
to the life
unknown, unheard
looking at
the open suitcase
wondering aloud
can one pack
twenty seven long years
into this?