City of the same mind

On bright nights in Ohio if I were to

look far enough I'd gaze into the city

lights of Atlanta. I'd see the busy

streets at 2 AM. The fever of success

brushed passed my window as I walked up the stairs.

Not a longing as my wife does but a

memory of how I came to Ohio. More

family hear more familiar faces, not the

stinch of the failure that carried me to the tri state.

Cold air freezes the memories as I tune
in to the crunch of snow beneath my

feet. Just a few miles from the peach

state. But all along I longed to reside.

I miss that city Atlanta at times but

that I cannot say in this house of pride