7/22/2019A Poem by Andre Peterson
I got lost again under the glow of these street lights. And after weeks, these hotels feel more and more like home.
This city is very welcoming. All the curious glances I get keep me wanting more. But I've barely spoken a word to anyone since I have arrived. This is such a big city after all. Yet I keep thinking back to the day I left. How you disappeared on the platform after my train had arrived and I was left wondering, will I ever see you again? Perhaps not, yet I mustn't let this crush my dreams. After all, why ponder on themes that are so lonely. © 2019 Andre Peterson |
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Added on July 23, 2019 Last Updated on July 23, 2019 Tags: Coping, mental health, poetry, poems, stories, storytelling, decisions, leaving, staying Author
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