One final visit to the town that has been my home.
Or perhaps one day there will be another?
Not for the foreseeable future:
When will I see that stretch of coast again,
Hear the many seagulls call across the breeze?
I will miss the open spaces, the narrow streets too.
I seem to fall in love with every place in which I live
And leave part of me behind when I go away,
But the urge to pack up and move does not leave.
Goodbye for now, to this green and sprawling town,
To the salted air and busy roads.
If I see you again, we will both have changed.
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