tonight is just one of those nights adorned with nostalgia

i miss sassoon park. i miss sitting on couches eating candy with my best friend. i miss my best friend. i miss SAS. i miss the dynamics of our relationships. i miss the phone calls. i miss the songs. i miss tigger. i miss aurora. i miss taxis. i miss the mango drink. i miss the park.

how can anyone who doesn't even carry a hint,
a trace, even a whiff of the world that is my life-
that was my life-
that is my life-
ever be enough?

on the other hand,
is that the reason i feel like you alone are enough,
like no one else could compare-
because you alone are embellished
with the city and the years i love the most?