Thought I missed my city.
Changed my mind instantly.
As he sat, staring at me.
The rain was calming at first.
Now it's only making my brows furrow and my feet hurt.
This crowded space has me rubbing my tired eyes and licking my lips.
Tapping my foot to keep busy.
All I see through the fog of the windows is red and blue.
Thanking the Angels for keeping me safe like my godmother would do.
He won't stop staring.
Through lenses that look like something from a black and white comedy.
I can't laugh.
My gut hurts too much.
Leaning forward, almost touching me. Leaning back.
Looking at feet.
At the lack of trees.
Everything is too familiar.
I feel like I can't breathe.
Now he's standing and I feel guilty for feeling relief.
These buildings look just as lonely as I feel.
Graffitied.
Human work.
On them it's vandalism,
on me its self expression.
No one told me.
I suppose they don't have to now.
I'm finding out pretty quickly.
This is not what I expected.
Not at all what I wanted.
Tonight is the first night I've really felt it.
The distance.
Where does it live?  
In my knees?
In my veins?
In this city.
I want to leave too.
Like you.
If only it were that easy.