Chicago

Words remain unfocused
coming together only with the weakest of bonds.
Chicago, I miss you.
I miss you and your smell and your laughter and your summer nights.
Nights with city born lightening bugs in a mason jar and the ice-cream truck on our block.
It was watching grease, and staying up, and MASH games, and silly self tanner.
It was the never settling sun and twilight play in our tree.
Decorating our bicycles with streamers for the block party.
Raspberries to pick, and baby backyard pools to fill.
Chicago, I miss when my words came together
and when just for a moment I had the world in my hands.