Continuum

His oversized t-shirt to sleep in.
The sister's pyjamas to binge in.
Amma's blanket to snuggle in.
Appa's flip flops to walk in.

A used pencil.
A fountain pen.
A library book unreturned.
The same familiar turn.
The same roads, the same bar.
The same face, the same scar.

Half written postcards,
Paintings that almost talk.
Walls that tell a story,
Lights that bring back memories.

As the sun settles,
Promising a new day,
Don't we secretly make a wish,
"May nothing change?"