Poetry: Sub/Urban Nights
May 23, 2013 in Pros/etry, the new
I like the silence of suburban streets
in the summer. There’s a cool breeze
blowing past the raindrops through my window,
into a room I’ve known for years. A family’s home.
My family’s home where I’ve lived and left
and returned to after living another life
I thought I was meant for. The city’s streets still
call, and she’s a bitter love who likes to remind me
of everything I’m missing. I used to visit and we’d walk
late into the night, reminiscing late nights and walks
down streets that weren’t so silent; past bookshelves
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