Drive

Drive

Each week , i drive back
to moments we shared
in the restaurants and
streets of City

To inhale the pollutants
i needed the filter of love
To live in the lifeless city
i needed your tree of hope

In the jungle of concrete
you are the creeper i rested on
the bland food from canteen
was made spicy by your presence

To that City i drive again
To live in that concrete jungle
To inhale the poisonous gases
To eat those tastless food
Knowing you never live there