by lilly_en_route
I didn’t leave that city,
I folded it into my soul.
Packed it with my books,
my laughter,
my favorite corners of the sky.
London was a soul chapter:
unfinished in spirit,
complete in lesson.
I walked its streets
like a woman marked by purpose,
and I left with blessings tucked
into every heartbeat.
Some say you only leave when you're done.
But I think some cities are like prayers:
you return to them
when they call you softly
in the language only destiny speaks.
Düsseldorf holds me now:
heals, steadies, restores.
Yet I know if the wind ever tells me,
“Go back,”
I won’t be afraid.
I’ll return not as the girl I was,
but as the woman London helped me become.
Because some goodbyes
are simply pauses
waiting for a new beginning.
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