dream city, love city
how strange it is I don’t know you anymore
tectonic plates shifted and you’ve collapsed,
half drowning in water
half clinging on
dream city, love city
stare at me in neon lights and reflections
like you always have but you’re flickering - unsteady
they say that I’m coming home but I feel like I should be bringing you home instead
dream city, love city
last summer was the worst summer
taking place in your heartbeats,
causing shockwaves through your veins
nothing is the same -
red wine stains -
and the aftermath still remains
every footstep takes me to old scenes
I want to rip apart this sound stage
burn it all down
dream city, love city
stare at me in reds blues and yellows
you can’t replant axed down trees
although their roots still stay
dream city, love city
do i still love you or
are you too far gone to be saved?
Photo: Brayden Law (2018)
Poet Bio
Home?
Home is a safe place, a trustworthy person.
What is home to you?
Home is the slow walk up the steps to the front door with your lover in tow, and an unquestioning serenity.
Renee Chan recently published her first poetry and prose collection titled "Feels Like Coming Home", all about the coming-of-age struggles and figuring out what home means. She resides in both Hong Kong and Vancouver, and is currently pursuing a BA in English literature with a minor in psychology. You can view more of her work on Instagram @distahnces, and write to her via reneehnchan@gmail.com,
'Used to Know' was first published in Renee Chan’s collection Feels Like Coming Home (2020).
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