City in pages

Her voice knocks off
the heap of paperwork,
streets of my thought freeze
as she whizzes in a blur,
Out from my window
eyes settle on the skyline.
I hear my city
calling my name,
waving at me
longingly
(do I turn
and wave my hands back?)

It’s been a while
since I saw her,
parading the city in taxis,

Traveling in aroma of cafes
turning around the corner 

into the old bookstores

surprising the visitors
with her hospitality,
rarely is she angry
but when she is,
lighting strikes
in an upside down twig, 
she calms down soon
and flows
in a cool city breeze
caressing my cheeks.
(I wish
I could touch her back.)

With her, I had spent my time
in orange sunsets at the barrage, 

when I grappled to come in terms 

with the trivialities of my life,
we met by chance
to have departed from her, 

Choice was mine.

today, I look back 

and wonder

if I could meet her right before 

we bid each other goodbye, 

before I had left her behind.