Memory

My response to a visual prompt from We Write Poems.

City,

Old, gorgeous,

Distant, and near,

Forever in my soul,

Is that you? The rain

Is playing tricks on my eyes.

Please, let me see you once again,

Take me back if only for a moment,

Allow me to walk along your narrow cobblestone streets

Ghosts of the past keeping me company, smiling at me.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur