Longing

I live in two cities at the same time

My heart decided to stay there, wandering like a ghost through the alleys

Witnessing day in, day out

How a cruel hand is trying to choke my city and my land

And the rest of me is here

Years of walking distance away

Sitting under that lonely tree

Pretending to live

I have promised my heart however

That as soon as that cruel hand will let go

I will return

Return to that place where I belong

Though I’m afraid that by then

My city has already stopped breathing…

22 September 2014, Hoofddorp