Departure

Leaving the city, unacknowledged
without a farewell,
carrying within my shoes
the sweat, the rain.

The footsteps like twin falling leaves
swirl wayward, stumble
into melancholic memories,
constructing monuments to the restless days
spent sitting with bare feet
dipped in the flowing river,
thinking how much of life
I wasted in your bosom, dear city,
convincing you that is how
the nature of the life was –
grafted, never feeling secure
always looking elsewhere,
never belonging,
soaring into the sky
of longings.