City of the same mind

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.

The End

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