The city did change

in ways that all cities do,
even when they stay the same.
But you leave and come back again
and it never feels quite right.

Never feels quite the same.
never see the old paper boy
or bartender
or waiter at your favorite restaurant.

Little things, so small
it’ll never be the same as right now.
As this moment.

5/2/2021

PoetryRiley Welch