you always felt like a place
I’d never been
like the hush of a foreign city
just before dawn
streets humming with the promise
of stories I had yet to learn
there was something familiar
in your presence
like the scent of rain
on warm pavement
like a melody I couldn’t quite place
but knew by heart
I wandered through you
the way one explores
an old bookshop
fingers tracing spines
drawn to titles I didn’t understand
but somehow needed
you were cobblestone
beneath my feet
salt on my skin
the pull of an ocean
I had never seen
but always dreamed of
and though I never knew
where you would take me
I never once wanted to leave
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
I like this phrase: “there was something familiar
in your presence
like the scent of rain.” Always a person has a familiar scent like my mama. Beautiful poem, Chic
Yes, a person does always have a familiar scent. Thank you Hazel.
You’re always welcome, chic
Loved this wonderful journey!! Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!!!
Chuck 😁💖💕🌹
Thank you so much Chuck!!
😁✨👍💕🌹
Those last lines were like the icing on the cake with this one! Your words are so stunning and beautiful as usual! 😍💞
Awwww, thank you so much. I’m so glad you liked this one! 💞