Visiting

I’ve not stepped foot
into this city,
and yet I feel as if I have
lived here my whole life.

Here, they are friendly,
welcoming to guests
with laughter and
no expectation.

I am surrounded by humility,
and though it is foreign
it is familiar.

Here I am
wanted, noticed,
and not just some
passing person.

Why am
I reminded of you?
Why do you
invade my mind?
Why usurp calmness
with strange
longing I cannot
abide?

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