Nights like this
I really miss it there
with you.
I guess it makes me feel good to say so.
I remember the nights
under the lights
catching fireflies
Planes soaring overhead
I took for granted
the warmth of your house
the warmth of its smell -
perfume, soup and mothballs.
Have i ever smelled anything so comforting since?
Even the smog of the city holds me tonight.
The cool breeze brushing my face
seems to bring me back to this city -
the unlikely setting of my second home.
the place which i find myself
sinking to discover
i may have bonded with
more than with you.
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