I had many scenarios in my head
Of how I would return home
Whom I would give the most soul crushing hug,
And whom I would pay no heed for them to bug
I think I was keeping myself occupied
To have something my mind could hold on to
To look forward in hope,
No matter how low
Who knows? I might return one day,
But I won’t have back my home
My home is gone
It was someone else’s to claim with my foot off that porch
All the memories of that porch,
Screams of laughter, cries of happiness
Tales of relatives, dancing amongst branches of sour cherries
We had a big red van
It would entertain us among the endless traffic of my souring city
Games for we shout to play,
Songs dad would fabricate
For each one I yearned to star in
In his song,
I was the most beautiful girl in the world
In my head, I was stuck in this reality
Of what once was and is no more
Of the city within me,
The only one I seem to know
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