As a cocktail of rain and leaves crash against the skylight,
This epiphany hits me in the chest and flees the room.
I have loved this city through two thousand silent twilights.
Why do I always associate your silence with doom?
The cobblestone streets and wooden houses consume me,
And they wrap me in fairytales that shall stay untold.
Why do I always try to reinvent the new me?
You have called me “enough”, painted it in rose gold.
I still remember how I chased real wonders by their tails.
Three years ago, I found my place and chose to stay.
For weeks I thought that you had cut open my sails,
But I had trapped the wrong wind and called it a day.
Now I preach love lessons like I do not cause messes,
And every corner of my neighborhood shimmers and gleams.
Your love is a blue night that sulks and confesses.
You are my resting place,
An empty corner of a dream.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 