I Left Before the Cherry Trees Did

I love Boston.
I miss Nashville.

I can say these two things at once.

It’s possible to look forward and behind at the same time. . .
Although the better thing is to stay in the present.
But I don’t do that very well.
And the present is homesick.
Not homesick for whatever Nashville became.
Homesick for – I’d say – 2006 Nashville.

I’m not so naive as to know cities don’t change.
But whatever horrible thing that city morphed into . . .
I want no part of.

But my heart
misses
what it was.

And I can only try and honor those feelings.
And let go of what I thought was going to be.
And the city that I loved.

Maybe I can do that
tomorrow.

 

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