The Return

Brimming with culture, the very same shops,

streets embellished with history;
with hands stretched out
or heads bowed,

in corners, the very same trees;

in the flurry of flickering lights
hums a city,
where once we lived.

I was restive, perturbed,

your mind at peace, you were content,
lost in your own company;
chained by silent commitments,

I axed through
the jungle of loneliness;
unawares, the city,
collapsed over me,

a house of cards,
crashing down at the slightest motion;
collecting myself,
from here I escaped.

Long after,
to the same city
I have returned;
in the same streets I often ramble,

laze about in the same gardens;

your habits have grown over me;
my mind at peace, I am content,
lost in my own company.

The journey of togetherness

has its price,
unlike the simple, divergent paths.