The pain of being welcomed home,
a Swiss soldier missing the mountains,
returning to find he’d misremembered them for years,
and learning that the streets of Zermatt had changed
and that the people didn’t know his name.
A jigsaw piece in a pocket
that’s been through the wash –
you still see the picture, and how it
might once have fit, but
the edges have changed and
although you can force it into place,
it’ll never quite nestle down the same.