Do not be sad about my departure,
because I will always be with you.
I will remind you from time to time about the beauty in the life you are living.
You will see a twisted tree and remember me,
or look at the cloud covered sky and think about me.
You will find me in the child filled with wonder sat next to you on a park bench,
or in a painting completely indigo.
I exist in sleepy airport mornings sipping hot soup with rows upon rows of benches spread out in front of you,
and you will see my face on the train home.
Midnight adventures and afternoon highs,
the tattoos on your wrists, your thighs.
I will be the bitter taste in your mouth or the heart pounding your chest.
Rainy days spent under the covers or the claw marks on your skin.
Tucked away in books or climbing skyscrapers, you will miss me.
Memories will never fade from the heart that yearns for me to return.
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the city
Поэзияand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
