In those days
When everything felt, foreign
The paint never peeled off walls,
And the roads weren’t filled with familiar snacks
In a city that moved much faster than me
Struggling with quiet discomforts
That come with pace of these kinds
Tall blue facades of endless office buildings
And one too many, manicured gardens
Lawns much greener than my home’s rusty grass
I was shy to confess, how much I missed
The peeled paint and the slow streets
But you knew.
You came, nevertheless, to see me.
And walk me through those unfamiliar lanes
To reassure, to comfort
That I had the company of at least one other - homesick stranger
And that it was okay.
And that it was going to be okay.
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