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A City

A City

2 mins

Stepping off the train, as you take in the smell of the city;

You feel the same comfort as when returning to the arms of a lover.

The familiar crossroads, nooks and corners;

Feel like the bumps and scars on his face that you are so accustomed to.

The sudden downpour that transforms the air,

Evokes that feeling when receiving an unexpected compliment from him.

The stink, the noise, the grim and the dirt;

Are like the quirks of his personality you have some to accept and respect.

The unyielding parts of the city that refuse to evolve,

Make you feel the same exasperation when you have to nag him.

Visiting familiar places, performing rituals and reliving moments;

Are like the different ways that he touches you and knows exactly where to.

The many homes, hearths and pillows in that city that await you;

Feel like longing you hear in his voice on the other end of the phone.

The chilly December city night sparkling in festive lights,

Kindles in you the warmth like when you see him dressed dapper and suave.

The familiar regional songs on the radio as you drive to the airport,

Sting like when you hear his voice after what seems an eternity.

Bidding goodbye to the city in a torrential downpour that refuses to stop,

Aches like having to go separate ways,

Waiting and wanting him to stop you;

And make you not leave.

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