Drunken Homecoming 

California might have broken

A a little piece of my heart. 

But here I find myself landing and

I feel so safe and whole

Coming back to Toronto. 

What a silly city to call home. 

But still, my heart bangs and throbs 

at the sight of our cheesy tower. 

I can’t help but believe there 

is a higher power?

And I’ve been pushed and guided 

and saved a million times over.

I am hungry for the world.

 But the world is over. 


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