As I lie in my bed,
The sound of cars in the night
On a nearby road,
Remind me of the sea.
I imagine dark waves
Surging outside my window,
Instead of broken pavements
And discarded chicken bones.
As I wait for the bus,
Something fragrant breaks through
the exhaust fumes:
The scent of jasmine.
I remember warm evenings,
Kerosene lamps,
Breeze full of promise,
Nights full of stars.
As I walk through backstreets
At 8.20pm,
The sky is still light;
The day not dead.
I search.
Yearn.
Not for the past,
But for the hope it still holds.
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