Leaving Poem

The time has come for me to leave Cambodia and head back to my homeland. End of July marks the spot.
Here's what needed to come out even though I am a reluctant poet wannabe:

I wanted to travel light
But it is not to be
Several suitcases of stuff
Will accompany me

On a journey across the globe
Back to the place where I once roamed
Golden fields of corn 
Stretch as far as the eye can see
I know where I am going
But I know not where I'll be
In a few years from now
When some more grey appear
In the frizz of my curly mop
But do you know what? 
I don’t even care, I won’t stop
As long as there’s much fresh air
and that skilled somebody to dye my hair.

Cobbled streets unfit for heels
More than fair share of unhealthy meals
Pubs in the country with no end to beers
And green mossy forests roaming with deers

New adventures in the distance
Shimmering bright
Oh, how I long for that different light
To colour my photos fresh 
And nowhere in sight piles of trash

Give me rain
Give me fog
Give me some breeze
I don’t even care if I freeze
Give me no noise
Rolling hills
Well earned mountains of cash and no reason to sneeze

Impatient, I feel my feet start to itch
But wait, there seems to be a glitch
Who broke my heart in two?
Three
Four 
Five
Thousand pieces? Who?
As many pieces as the homes I’ve had 
As many pieces as dear friends I’ve met
Hellos, goodbyes, much fun in the sun we’ve had
But none of this has to come to an end

Does it?

I’ve soaked up all the tropics’ sun
It’s stored within me
I’ll release it on a winter’s day
Bright and wild to chase the darkness away
That’s how it’s going to be

Melting the blues
Loving my Muse
Feeling fancy free and footloose

Gratitude.