There is something about this place that keeps pulling me back,
stopping me from going home.
I find myself dreaming about you,wandering on your road, roaming in your lanes.
I hear the trees speak of you and the way these Victorian walls make me travel back in time, make me relive your memories as i walk in your corridors...
Maybe it's your silence that soothes my wandering soul.
I don't know,
I really don't.
I run out of reasons every time i think of one.
I tried but couldn't stay away.
I feel close, i feel you everywhere.
YOU ARE READING
Everywhere
PoetryYou keep stumbling, always finding yourself walking down a road leading nowhere but to a place where your heart knows it's solace.