Here I am.
Rickety billboards in my old town
Welcoming me back..
“Hello, stranger.”
Yes, stranger.
Do you know what I find strange?
That this city remembers me.
All of my old haunts,
The places I left my mark,
Are still here.
And that astounds me.
When I left,
I wiped this place from my memory.
I rewrote my idea of “home”.
But I’m back again,
And the rickety billboards in my old town
Welcome me back.
“Hello, Stranger.”
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Hello, stranger 🙂
Great write, and I have to say that the ride was incredible from start to finish. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, Cyrus! I’m so glad you liked it!
i understand this feeling pretty well. we moved away from my extended family when i was a kid, and we’ve moved 30 times since then, so i never had an idea of a ‘home town’ until i went back to where all my family was… its such a small town, and i feel so welcomed and somehow ingrained in the city. the tiny bit of time i had there in my reference had so much impact on the tiny place, its almost magical
I understand completely. I’m glad this resonated with you!
I can certainly relate to this piece.
“Hello Stranger” is such a creative thought.
I really enjoy reading your word’s.
Another great piece!
Thank you so much, Rome! I remain a fan of your work as well!