That City

I drove through the city today.
The one you always tell me about.
The old bricks seemed to scream your name.
And my heart, it burned hotter than the forges of the factory fires.
I wish I could tell you about it.
The clouds…man was the sky beautiful.
But you’re not mine anymore….
And I know it’s my fault but that doesn’t make it easier. 
But life’s intricate 
Like the streets of that city you love.
And right now I’m lost in them…
I can only hope one of us will find the way soon.


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