On bright nights in Ohio if I were to
look far enough I'd gaze into the city
lights of Atlanta. I'd see the busy
streets at 2 AM. The fever of success
brushed passed my window as I walked up the stairs.
Not a longing as my wife does but a
memory of how I came to Ohio. More
family hear more familiar faces, not the
stinch of the failure that carried me to the tri state.
Cold air freezes the memories as I tune
in to the crunch of snow beneath my
feet. Just a few miles from the peach
state. But all along I longed to reside.
I miss that city Atlanta at times but
that I cannot say in this house of pride.