journal forty-one.

I cannot describe how much I love this

Sitting outside, raised stories from the ground

Hammers of construction for new, unmet neighbors

Whistles of the train leaving the station below

Staring at the city an arm’s reach away

She is begging me to call her home

As if she is all I will ever know

She whispers she may be all I will ever need

And if she is

Will that upset me

No, not in this moment

Even as my heart yearns for more

For bigger

For better

For busier

For now,

she is peace