Nighttime, it is
here in the city
with headlights
and street lamps
guiding me home.
The buildings loom
forceful, as if
they hold the secrets
of the ages.
We students
believe in
their power.
Nighttime, and
the stars barely
shine.
I am not afraid.
Instead, I smile
and burrow deeper
into my
own world
built in this city.
A city with a woman's name
A city that became
my home
quickly, carefully,
like an expectant lover.
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