by Richard Vince

The summer rains came and
Darkened the city as the
Muffled chimes rang out.

The clock that sounds like
Home now was an unfamiliar
Sight ten years ago as I stood
In the square for the first time.

Until then I had seen little
Of the city that was to become
My very own. I remembered the
Imposing but unkempt station,
And some brutal post war concrete, but
Had no real knowledge of the place.


Through the kitchen window
I heard it as I waited for
My evening meal to be cooked.

It was in my ears as if it were
Right outside, close enough
To touch, tangible so I could
Feel its shape in my tired
Fingers. It enveloped the
Whole city like a blanket.


I first met the city in optimism,
But I moved there in terror,
In self loathing. It was
A year of change from which
I have yet to recover.

There is a gap, a small shard
Of emptiness in my heart
That still I cannot fill.

Half my words have gone,
Half the doors won’t open,
But still, somehow, I make it
Through. If you could see
Me now, would you be proud
Of what you achieved?


In an instant, I am taken
Back ten years, to a time
Before regret. Part of me
Still wishes I could stay.


Posted on 07/12/2012
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 07/14/12 at 01:56 AM

It is funny how we can somehow feel a connection with a city. I feel that way about a number of large cities even though I don't know any of them well enough to say I know them. Nice write write Richard.

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