Dozens of cities

with names I could never pronounce.

The struggle to wrap my tongue

dissapear at your hushed,

rumbly vocals.

Many languages you've ben through,

languages I contact months later.

Was it simple to dive into

foreign soil? To become a person

who can manage to breathe

so easily? My eyes pursue

invisible steps,

conjuring how you might have felt;

these unknown cities,

do they feel like home?

(You feel like home.)

Warm scents of spices,

rolling itself in soft smiles,

striking views of the skylines

and streets; foreignness and beauty.

The two words that manage

to make its way on to my tongue

when it comes to you.

The path your feet are on,

does it emit warm air?

My lips shake while

icy winds scrape my cheeks

as I view the colorful dots

that cover the latest city.

I look forward,

waiting for an intersection,

which never appears.