Romanville

My hometown

By Lola SensePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Joshua Rawson-Harris on Unsplash

My gray home, Romanville

Lies where the railroads meet

Long kisses and teary goodbyes on its platforms

Home of the homeless

Home of stray dogs and empty promises

Of hidden gems, lost people

And hidden dangers.

My sunny home, Romanville,

You raised me amid fields of weeds burnt

Sweat and dust in communion

Hopes and lust

Summer days long

Summer nights longer

Taste of beer and vodka on my underage lips

The night air smelling of heavy metal and

heavy hearts.

My small town, Romanville

Too small to dream big

Getting lost on your veiny streets

Leading nowhere numbed minds.

When I escaped your corrosive labyrinth,

You saw it as desertion

Threatened me to never have me back

And punished me with forgetting.

But I didn’t.

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