for you who's leaving
i hope the city keeps you warm,
like a snug newborn cradled against their mother’s chest-
safe, loved, and full of infinite possibilities.
i hope the city gives you a quiet apartment, the kind you've always wanted,
with fragrant flowers and fresh oranges
from the farmers’ market to keep you company.
i hope the city gives you the mundane-
silent trips to the grocery store, sweet-smelling shampoo,
and spicy dumplings from the corner store.
i hope the city gives you the extraordinary-
expensive wine, exuberant summer romances, and elegant sarees.
I hope the city gives you stories,
to read, to write, to witness-
the intimidating skyscrapers convulsing into giant beanstalks,
the rundown laundromat spinning into a pumpkin carriage,
and the community garden growing humongous peaches.
i hope you’re always surrounded by magic,
others as well as your own.
i hope the city sees you fall and laugh and cry and have one too
many of the bitter beers you like.
i hope the city makes you feel at home,
i hope you make it your home.
i hope the city gives you love,
and is loved by you in return.
Soumya is a student writer from Delhi, India. She is passionate about politics, languages, and slow-burn romances. When she is not busy curating her Pinterest poetry board or scrolling through Goodreads, you can find her at @lispenard__st on twitter.