My city future

🌿 The Nostalgia of Future — Free Verse      .

The city breathes in glass and leaf,

its lungs made of terraces,

its veins of riverlight.

We built it from memory—

not of what was,

but of what we hoped would be.

The bridge does not divide,

it gathers:

a gesture of connection

between mirrored dreams.

Petals drift like thoughts

we forgot to finish,

and the water listens

without judgment.

Above, towers lean into sky

like children reaching for stories

they’ve only heard in whispers.

And somewhere in the silence,

a future exhales—

soft, green,

forgiving.

🌤️ The Nostalgia of Future — Lyrical Refrain

And we remember forward,

we remember forward,

the way petals once dreamed of pavement,

and clouds rehearsed the shape of cities.

We remember the hush

before the blueprint spoke,

the breath of bridges

not yet drawn.

We remember forward,

we remember forward,

how glass became gentle,

how towers learned to bend

toward light.

And in that memory,

the future blooms