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So long, Chicago
Posted by Sylvan Sylph, Aug 24, 2008. 374 views. ID = 1634
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 | This is one of those poems I can never decide whether it's about a place or a person. Or perhaps it's about both and somehow they became so entwined in a single moment that I don't know how to separate them. |  | This post has been awarded 28 stars by 6 readers. |  | This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled Cities. |
I lie here in the grass
Watching faded stars come out.
Dampness clinging to my skin
While I listen to the Jazz band play,
Wondering what tomorrow holds
When I have to say goodbye and go on my way.
And the train ride is too long,
But it can never be long enough.
Sleep overtakes us one by one,
And it won't be long until I'm missing you.
Chicago.
We don’t really talk so much
As we walk these streets alone.
A building catches your imagination;
You say a word or two.
I'm ok with this silence,
But I’m wondering, are you?
Sometimes I feel you are a stranger,
At times my closest friend.
Before I realize that it's happened
It's time to go again.
So long,
Chicago.
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| This post has been awarded 28 stars by 6 readers. | | This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled Cities. The next part of this series can be found here: Chicago. |  | This is a revised version of a post. Click here to view the original version
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