I thought that I'd never get you out of my system. You were in my veins and in the air I breathed. But, one day, I woke and there was nothing left-- just the dark dingy streets and unfamiliar corners. The city had ceased to be mine.
So I whine and wonder about how I could've lost this love for you, a place I was so enamored with, a place I was so convinced I belonged to and belonged to me. I walk these unfamiliar roads trying to remember how you smelled, how you tasted, but there is nothing but the sounds of a different city and the sun on my face.
And I think: I could get used to this.