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Returning here,
I feel the streets tug at my sleeve for word of you.
Driving to our favorite places.
The street signs, they ask me, "Where is she?"
They look to me, with a child's pleading eyes,
As if puzzled and hurt at your absence.
I feel the earth groan beneath my feet.
He is heavy and impassive,
Lethargic from waiting tirelessly to
Feel your feet upon him again.
The streetlamps look at me angrily
With accusing eyes,
Impatient,
Restless--
For your return.
This entire city is swirming to welcome you home.
It pleads to me, like, "why?
Why must we wait this long?"
The night lays a blanket of darkness down,
To put the city to sleep, alone.
While it waits and as it sees me pass:
The pavement screams your name,
The buildings dance at the mention,
And every tree and swingset and hill kisses the thought of you.
This city is not home without you.
I feel the streets tug at my sleeve for word of you.
Driving to our favorite places.
The street signs, they ask me, "Where is she?"
They look to me, with a child's pleading eyes,
As if puzzled and hurt at your absence.
I feel the earth groan beneath my feet.
He is heavy and impassive,
Lethargic from waiting tirelessly to
Feel your feet upon him again.
The streetlamps look at me angrily
With accusing eyes,
Impatient,
Restless--
For your return.
This entire city is swirming to welcome you home.
It pleads to me, like, "why?
Why must we wait this long?"
The night lays a blanket of darkness down,
To put the city to sleep, alone.
While it waits and as it sees me pass:
The pavement screams your name,
The buildings dance at the mention,
And every tree and swingset and hill kisses the thought of you.
This city is not home without you.