City Cousins Kind of Love

You're our city cousins, half a world away. We're barefoot in

Cairns heat, you're chasing Budapest days. Months go like pages,

till we're boarding that plane. Heart beats like high tides, rising up again.

At different streets, same stories, we pick up the thread. One hug at

arrivals, every word we never said. It's that city cousins kind of

love. Every meetup feels like fate. Dubai highs, Japan in winter,

Sicily on a silver plate. Airlie water laughing louder like we share the same

old blood. No one else comes close to us. That city cousins