I look for traces of you
even though you’re the last person
I’d want to run
into on the street.
You –
what spells have you cast
the yearning the wishing the hoping
the same affections be returned
not behind a guise a mask a charade
But a drop of gorgeous skies
where mysteries and adventures
tickle my heart-strings
make me foolish
a prisoner of your glowing purple locks
and those clever sharp comebacks
piercing
I am defeated
Dear Tofino,
You’ve changed. The last time I saw you, we had a blast trekking through the forest to stunning viewpoints, and memories to last a lifetime. But now, five months later, everything looks different.
The trail that used to lead me to a vast web in the forest, now overgrown and deserted, no longer provides a tree-top view of the ocean. An once hidden, half-secret trail that connected two beaches is now replaced with a new, clearer path that was cut out of inconsideration to the environment. Your streets flooded with tourists. People who are there to simply take advantage of all that you have to offer but don’t give a horse’s arse about what they do to you. Selfish, indulgent, and spoiled humans who don’t realize you are a gift to the West Coast of BC.
But I still missed you. I miss the sparsity of human population when the sun disappeared below the horizons; going out on the streets with just the moonlight illuminating my way; the night-time adventures down at the docks seeking peace and a piece of my mind; the morning routine and breakfasts with strangers. The winter looked good on you.
Among many things, people I’ve met in the two months I called you home was a delight. Perhaps that’s one of the things that made this trip so different. Friends who are fun and happy to be around you were no longer there. The community and the house I once called home were disintegrated. I felt like a stranger; an ex visiting a girlfriend I dated ages ago.
Tofino, you are different. But it’s me who have been so spoiled to have experienced you in the winter, to know and feel what it’s really like to call you home among the locals. I hope you know that you will always be a home to me, and I hope that I will have a chance to return home soon.
Yours,
xoxo
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