Oh my city of grey...
I understand that right now you are far from grey. You are a brilliant blue and green. With hustle. People. The wind smells like summer. That memories can easily float down to me and make me remember all that we had that was good. There was good, I know. But city that was 2 lifetimes ago. And we are both different. Lately I have been questioned often about when we might join up again. I don't know how to tell them that the likely answer is never again. You and I carry too much baggage.
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