will you come home
to the dead city
where silence accompany us
as soon as the sun goes down

will you come home
to the city where we grow up
where we spent our youth 
laughing, not caring with everything
but somehow
caring for every insignificant thing that scare us

will you come home
to the city by the sea
where the gust of wind 
always accompany our talk

will you come home
to the place where the line of stores
never changes
to the place where
everyone knew everybody

will you come home
home to where
where I will be waiting?


& I dedicated this to my one and only male best friend. He said he didn't want to go back to our city. I'm not there too but I hope he will come home, where I can meet him. Right now when he's across the world, I feel like our life seems so unrelated. I miss you, come home soon D.