Sweat on my brow, concrete under my feet. The sounds of the city drown out my thoughts.
A wandering tourist in a heat wave searching for distractions.
Sending pictures hoping for wanted reactions.
While exploring, I find you in unexpected places.
Little reminders in a sea of unknown faces.
Even thousands of miles apart there remains an ache for you in my heart.
I find myself overwhelmed by the pace of this crowded city.
Despite all the adventures and new experiences.
I long for the comfort of your touch, but settle instead for brief conversations.
Each night as I escape to the crisp sheets and air conditioned air, as my head lands on the pillow I imagine instead resting on your chest.
I awake the next day and start again.
Staying busy to keep my mind occupied.
But even though my thoughts wander, my heart brings them back to you.
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Amanda McGuire
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The contrast between the crowded city and the quiet intimacy of imagined moments with their loved one evokes a sense of nostalgia, reminding us of the strength and depth of human connections, nice, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.