Home changes as often as the strangers on the street.
(but then again each one becomes a friend once we meet.)
I kept coming back thinking I left something behind,
only to notice that I lost nothing the whole time.
That last walk along the brick streamed a whole movie in our heads.
We held each other's hands while the credits rolled at the end,
and I saw how this place made my heart grow up and wide.
And with each step towards the plane I said, "Thank you, Omaha. Goodbye."
