Hitherto Vacancy

If I say that I have had enough, deliver me wrong. Should you cast me out, I would comply. The quickness of my breath from your stunning heights lessens not as the months roll past, and the tearful sight of sun-kissed homes on your limbs I will not soon forget.



The moon will rise and fall miles and miles away. The ground will toss in sleep and wind will tousle the green tendrils of your hair. Accolades from far lands still come pay tribute to your timeless glory. The long-tailed denizens creep over your bones, the street children pitch dreams on your asphalt skin, and your most dedicated tenants will be none the wiser for my absence.

Now a dream; you remain near and yet so far. I hope that one day when my journeys are over and I can bear to shoulder the burdens of city life, I can return and find solace in your arms again.