Two decades on, we came once more,
To southern Spain, and sun-kissed shores.
Nerja welcomed with skies so wide,
Where sea and mountain gently collide.

From terrace high, the blue expanse,
Each morning caught us in a trance.
Fresh coffee, then to the beach we’d roam,
Before the heat would drive us home.

Villages basked in golden light,
The sea turned silver come the night.
Warmth on skin, cool drinks in hand,
We let the days unfold unplanned.

Laughter echoed, glasses clinked,
We paused, we smiled, we stopped to think.
Days defined by time and place —
Sun and family, gentle pace.

One final day in Málaga’s hum,
Before the holiday was done.
Now back to clouds and colder climes,
But held inside, those warmer times.

(A collaboration between me, and ChatGPT… showing why I should stick to tech and leave the poetry to poets…)

Featured image: author’s own.