and the city lights look like the stars
i miss the thames and its blue-grayness that was sometimes dull, but more often reflected the light of the sky, the light that lived in our eyes. do you remember the south bank and the trees all strung up with blue and white lights, and how when we walked through it felt like we were in a fairy tale? or the graffiti scrawled underneath the national theatre, art in spray-paint, and how i wished my name was scrawled there too? so many times i walked that way, whether it was at twilight, hurrying along to the globe clutching my coat around me; or when we'd stroll back to the flats at night, cold but marveling at the city lights; or when i was by myself on that last day, sun glinting in my eyes, crossing albert bridge, music pounding in my ears. i sometimes think i've gotten over how much i miss london, but then i realize that i could never stop missing it, that city that got under my skin, that lived in my bones. but most of all, i miss the south bank, the place that made me feel like magic, that made me lift my arms to the skies and wish that i would never really have to go home.
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