“You’ve got wanderlust
stamped on to your heart
next to a list of promises
to see more,
do more,
be more. But tonight,
you’re in a city
that understands loneliness
all too well, with
people who know loss ―
they can pick him out
in a crowd. Tonight,
you’re looking at the stars
with your eyes shut, and
I hope you find home. I hope
you remember the way
the sky looked when it
opened blue.
I hope you find tomorrow.”
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