Born and bred, they say.
Auld Reekie through and through.
My history around every corner,
Reminders of misspent youth.
Grandma’s flat, Gordon’s Trattoria,
George Square, Great King Street.
First pints, first kisses,
Fake IDs. Forever ago.
The big smoke is calling-
Farewell, bon voyage.
Don’t be a stranger.
Don’t leave it for so long.
“So we beat on, boats against the current
Borne back ceaselessly into the past.”