Turn Back..

(Image from here)

Come back, Love.

That Stranger smiles at you for an everlasting second
and the Cafe Owner chats on for a long minute.
The Piano feels you for that green hour.

The Sun ogles all day,
the Moon sees you all through the night,
and just that other week, Love,
the New City visited you for a whole eight days.

Fleeting Friendships fill a few endless months,
that Sleepy Town takes up years and some more
and the Faraway Land a dragged-on decade.

I wait and dream
of seeing all of you, with all of me, all our life.

Come back.