We never looked back when we left that town
The industrial cripple, the affluent invalid.
Where you felt anger from origins unknown, where accusations flew rampant from mouth to mouth and commiserations were only found elsewhere.
The kind of place that made you wonder why people go there,
And more puzzling –
Why people stay.
How a city could inspire pity was beyond us, as remorse made slippery the road that led us away
From the sprawling mass of small minds and smaller hearts that left little room for positive vibes, unless paid for with plastic.
Plastic that is more relevant and revered than connectivity
The town where everyone looks down.
Heartbreaks & Heartmakes 