I sat, momentarily 
In the place 
Where we parted
Surreptitiously 
Picked up 
Where we left off
Ease smoothed out
Wrinkles on forehead
Free to think
As I should
Took the side road
To stop at favourite 
Coffee shop alone
Contentment seeps in
A hot air balloon
Could not lift me
Away from home 
Our haunt
How apt is that word?