photo & poem © Jesús Montero
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It happens each time I leave the City. Glad to be back...
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I’m not yet gone
And I miss you.
The artery of your road.
The unpredictability of the unknown.
Your morning coffees.
I’m not yet gone
But I miss you.
The variety of your tongues.
The complexity of your skin.
The harmony of your being.
I’m not yet gone,
God, I miss you.
The early walks
In the morning hours.
The hearty satisfaction of a full breakfast.
I’m not yet gone
And yet,
I miss you.
photo & poem © Jesús Montero
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