Washed out
The cool surf
Sunfaded canvas
Navy and white
Lights switch on
As dusk arrives
Clinking slot machines
Swirling faces
Pass in a bumper car
Or on a carousel
Caramelised smell
Candy floss stuck to my nails
Sandals slap the deck
Flag poles creak in the growing breeze
Throwing a stole around my neck
I walk to my hotel
Check in, and cry
Because my home is now a holiday
My home is no longer mine