
Sometimes, I miss the city
A longing for what I left behind
I traded concrete pavements for green pastures
Replaced the red brick of project buildings
With endless rows of suburban houses
The kind with front yards I’d only seen
In every Hallmark Christmas movie
Guarded by wooden fences, not metal gates
No fire escapes or bars on windows
No car horns or blazing sirens
But crickets singing in the night
Where streetlamps never hide the stars
And fluffy clouds in bright blue sky
Aren’t blocked by skyscrapers or scaffolding
The air smells like grass, not exhaust
Wildlife is more than pigeons and squirrels
People smile at you without pick-up lines
And they never try to get your number
It’s the kind of peace I always dreamed of
But, oh, how I miss the crowded streets
Where bodegas sit on every corner
And the sound of Salsa and Hip-hop collide
Over voices of neighbors that speak too loudly
Who shout as they slam dominoes on tables
The children play in open hydrants
And Uber saves me from drunken train rides
At 4am with my best friends
Stumbling out cheap bars into cheaper delis
Laughing at strangers that are laughing at us
As we struggle to make it up the stairs
Of our humble apartments, where we collapse
Sinking straight into our bed sheets
Uncaring of what the next day may bring
Because we finally made it home
About the Creator
Sarah Cruz
Aspiring author, new to vocal, wanting to dive back into my passion for writing.




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