the city lights in stratford like my own personal milky way
complete and utter silence scattered with the sproadic sounds of urban living
i am here and i am there
body one place and heart torn in between the two
do i choose the better life or the one i am most comfortable living?
when i stare off into the distance to watch the tiny headlights speed around like toy cars
and when the bitter chill of november air creeps through my window to nip at the tip of my nose
it feels as though i could sit on this sill forever
with the passage of time slowing still
allowing me to gaze upon everything i had ever wished for
as the dull ache of what i left hangs heavy in my bones

abby