No matter how far I wonder this planet I will always see
this one place as her home, the city on the cliff that overlooks the jagged
skyline, the street upon which I stroll, water tower from another time, images
of horses and carriages that have ceased, her one building on the corner where sometimes
I still visit in my dreams, the string of rooms with a string of Windows, a
piano in the kitchen, a couch, a TV, and then a room with a bed, and regardless
of where I wander, I will always see that one woman upon it, not always naked
but always a jewel, a treasure, and at the same time, painful to recall, since
I no longer find welcome in that City on that street in that building or in its
many rooms or alas the bed upon which she lay waiting for someone who is not me
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