So today I went to the city. 
Cities I said I’d never live. 
But I made the most 
I watched the people 
I felt the summer’s end.  
And I could imagine myself tucked away,  
in a cosy apartment with linen curtains.  
Where the leaves are falling at my window 
and birds are perched up on the surface. 
And every morning I would walk the same roads 
and I’d see the same old churches. 
And I’d listen to the man on the corner of my street yell 
about God and misfits. 
And I’d yearn for a day that was kinder and deeper 
as I stared at my new ballet flats. 
And I’d lay in the glow of my burnt sienna lampshade 
and imagine a life I didn’t have.