We’ve danced these saffron cobbled streets,
and (sorta stolen) a fine pair of crimson shoes.
We’ve pulled back the curtain and seen
for certain that
aren’t worth their weight or worry.
We’ve clicked our heels and scurried
and all manner of nonsense from earth and sky.
We’ve dreamed big sigh-cloned dreams
and so it seems
were there, but there’s no place like here. Goodbye.