here and there.

there are avenues and streets and alleys and subways
there are skyscrapers and piers and cobblestone walkways
rivers to jump into if i were brave and girls who smoke on corners in pencil skirts and stiff collars
and boys in jeans unsure of the season
i don’t frown so much here

but i still miss you and i’d come back.

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