For you have been at the back of my mind,
and the front of my mind,
for years,
and for you the city is no more home
than it is for me,
for we both wandered there,
or away from there,
for reasons sometimes sentimental.
For going home is a process,
for peace of mind and a piece of memory to check on,
once in a while.
For you complete me,
you with your way of changing,
ever so often.
For you are home.
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