I long for the cracks
of ice under my feet,
the place I once called home.
I long for the pebbles
scattered on the street.
The cold air reminds me
of living just because
another place, another time.
Now I struggle to recall
the person I once was.
Biking through the sunsets,
the needles and the evergreens,
they calmed my racing heart, but
all I’m left with now
is a longing for the trees.
picture – Gamla Linköping
title comes from the song “Linköping” by Wilden