New City |A Poem

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You took me to a new city,
A new home.
We stepped outside and you pointed to the sky,
A peculiar shade of pink.
Distant thoughts of calamity collapse.

Rolling down the windows of your car,
It’s cold outside, the wind blows through my hair,
Chipped nail polish, sun-kissed skin and mischievous grins.

We sit near the neon coloured gates, beyond them shine lights.
I can see how small I am, just another speck of dust.
Another light among the thousands that shine above.

Your car stops midway home.
We crouch down on the streets for some rest.
You hand me a cigarette and so the cycle starts.

A new city, hours of regret to forget.-H

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