People ask if I miss my city
My roots were not set deep enough to miss it
Growing out to my family as a child
They have shriveled from dehydration
never watered

All my lovers axed them to bits

Friendships 3 roots grown together
Them I miss

one new lover
Still budding and just inches from the surface
I will see him again
We will see how deep our roots grow together before they part ways
799 miles away.