Goodbye, Madrid
August 15, 2020
Madrid, Madrid
you have my heart
with home
I could never part
days of the past
long gone
the smell of
roses and vanilla
a distant memory
one I tucked away
like an old chess pawn
the years, the years
flash before my eyes
the dusty, maroon shoe box
a blessing in disguise
Mum’s heartfelt verse
neatly folded
under photos
of the farmer’s market
my heart aches
can’t stop the tears
streaming down my face
the freedom, the freedom
running through my veins
on rooftop bars
I let go of my pain
Madrid, my love
I am yours forever
I would not dare leave
but a call from mum
yanks at my heart strings
nagging in the corner–
I can’t wait to see her