As I grew older,

I told myself,

that I would leave this town-turned-city,

and live elsewhere.

The beat-up roads,

the sudden traffic,

restaurant’s early closures,

I couldn’t take it anymore.

It was like,

every little thing,

every detail of this place,

was… repetitive.

I knew every corner of the city like a favorite song.

So when I was old enough,

I moved away.

I started a new life somewhere else,

kept in touch with friends and family,

but—

after years of living in a new, fresh scenery,

I’ve, come to miss it.

The beat-up roads—

the traffic,

the early closings.

So,

after six years of being away,

I came back to my hometown.

Though the place had changed,

there were things that didn’t—

the beat-up roads,

the sudden traffic,

the early closing restaurants.

And I wouldn’t want them to.