Sting

you know,
It’s the feeling that when you are leaving a city
where you once cried and laughed your heart out

and you realize that
friendships you formed
people you let in and bared your soul to
will fade away
to make spaces for new encounters

you pray for that numbness
as if it can ease your pain
of uprooting yourself from
the life
you planted on this ground
with your very heart

and every store you passed by,
steps you walked,
faces you remember,
are becoming this ineffable sting
called one last time