Poem to Home.

I miss the city.

All its noise and colors,

The cold of the streets at night,

And the heat of the morning traffic

I miss all the ways you could get lost in the streets

All its mountains and confusing buildings,

I miss seeing strange faces in every corner

Or bumping into old friendships in the strangest places

I miss its personality,

How it is wide awake even in the darkest hours

I miss its music,

How it would always prevent you from feeling lonely

I miss how it flirted with our eyes each night;

Dressed in a blue blouse made of a thousand stars,

And a long skirt made of the brightest lights

I miss the way it felt to leave it behind,

And how it felt to come back after a long time

I remember the feeling of going back to the songs and colors,

That feeling of going back home that I will never feel again.