Again.
Time to see you friend.
We've spent too
Many months apart,
While I stitched together
This ruined heart.
The city you love,
She'll still be here
Next year -
At least you have faith now
In things that don't leave,
A lesson hard to learn,
Still, some nights,
Hard to believe.
You know now to keep
Your trust boxed inside
And knives on your sleeve.
Terminals await, and planes
To carry you away
Over Europe, the lights of Rome;
I wonder if someday,
The glitter of eurasian night
Will feel more like home.
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