I'm walking in a city that is not yours

I'm walking in a city that is not yours and looking for you.

I'm checking people's faces,

perhaps one of them is you.

I'm looking at the local cafes,

maybe you are sitting there.

I'm staring at the sea.

The wide sea that connects your home country with mine.

Waiting for you to rise up,

like a wave,

with the waves,

and break into my arms.

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