I look down from the stratosphere, upon my city, mirroring the night sky.A while until I shall see it again, it looks so surreal in black and white.
And in some corner of this star spangled city, on her bed my lover lies
Shining brighter than all the others, My, will she be a sight for sore eyes.
“As I wait to come home, you’re on my mind, my favourite soundtrack
And hoping that you won’t miss me too much, I say that I only go to come back.”
By Navin Gettu
Picture by Henry Do