At least once a week, I search Google Maps,
for your house and I know it’s that day
we played hooky from work, July 2012, so hot,
the neighborhood empty and us in the backyard,
you pouring lemonade, I strumming serenades,
barefoot loungers on Barco chairs, watching the world go by,
high from the satellite’s view I zoom slowly
till I enter your heart again.
© Chagall 2015
Alphabet City 
Interesting piece and such a nostalgic vibe. The title is heartwrenching, btw.
“high from the satellite’s view I zoom slowly
till I enter your heart again.”
…. what a great ending.
Thank you, Noora, for such a good read and for your pointed comments. 🙂 —Chagall