Falling in love with places.
What if after all,
we arrive somewhere and find it’s actually where we want to be.
Knowing we may have to leave. at. some. point.
Pick up and start anew,
or set roots.
How quickly they may grow if cared for well.
How can you bring me here by the water and expect me to leave one day.
Always happiest near the sea.
I left home once and made my way there.
Closer and closer.
And I was happy.
But somehow I got farther and farther away.
Tired of starting over.
Oh, can’t I just stay.