This is only my second post on this forum, and I expect great respect for my bravery 
Home
it is not often
that I have a day off
so I shut my eyes
dark screens lighten
to show one big
window
set in a wooden frame
through the window lies
undisclosed,
a city.
I love the city.
old
buildings
new
people
every day an adventure
surrounded, attacked
by languages
cultures
faces I will not recall
but will cherish.
the loft is beautiful
white wooden steps
lead to a mystery
comfy couches
shaggy rugs
mod seats
this has always been
home
what lives in the city?
people. trees. cafes. glamor. beauty. history.
memories
of people who I had once known
and once loved
but who do not join me
now that I am
home.
