canned food

the map has transformed overnight
without the paths I remember
emotional DNA links the markers
from here to somewhere
a misted sea view, grey days
a quieter place
without the shade of dusk mountains
all that is left here, now
is a once fully stocked happy cupboard
bursting with children's melting moments
golden syrup and happy pink cereal
and now
a sad left behind group of distant relatives
tins of of canned peas and peaches
soon the expiry dates will matter
and no one will be there.