return to a city

I returned to the city, after ten years, and everything felt different, the streets, the buildings, the people, it was all so familiar, and yet, so strange, I felt like a ghost, haunting the streets, of my past, and I couldn't help but wonder, what was I doing here, what was I looking for, I thought I'd come back, to relive old memories, to recapture the magic, of my youth, but as I walked through the streets, I realized, that the city, had moved on, without me, it had changed, and grown, and evolved, and I was no longer a part of it, I was just a visitor, a stranger, in a strange land, and it was a strange feeling, to be so disconnected, from a place, that had once been, my home, my haven, my everything, but as I walked, I began to see, the city, in a new light, I saw the beauty, in the chaos, the order, in the disorder, and I realized, that the city, didn't need me, it was fine, without me, it was thriving, and growing, and evolving, and I was just a small part, of its history, a small chapter, in its story, and that was okay, because I knew, that I'd always carry, the city, with me, in my heart, in my memories, and that's what mattered, not the physical place, but the emotions, the feelings, the memories, that it evoked, and as I stood there, in the midst, of all this chaos, I felt a sense of peace, wash over me, a sense of acceptance, and I knew, that I was exactly, where I was meant to be