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I Am That Home Of Yours
My mind remembers you always
Wandering through those sepia-tinted narrow alleyways,
of a city far, far away from the grasps of my small town,
the night, cold and windy, my eyes hazy and my head dizzy,
I try, I keep trying to find my way, meandering through,
through those brick lanes, twisting and turning, and just then,
just then, as if a live portal engulfed me.
My eyes, now conscious, my nerves now awake and surprised,
as I find myself back, back to the narrow alleyways of my town,
that same sepia tinted-ness of the streetlights waving at me,
and as my footsteps crawl through, as my eyes find my home,
standing by my side, calling me with open arms,
singing the homecoming song,
singing the homecoming song.
A brief jolt and I open my half-shut eyes,
I see myself back in the alleyways of the new city,
where I’m a stranger, to which the city could never connect,
my ears suddenly heard a melancholic song,
echoing from my home, thousands of miles away,
The one that is empty due to your absence,
I am that home of yours.
