I left the east coast and ended up on the west coast

It's been four weeks and four days.
A plane brought me back up north, and since then I've hugged my sister,
my granny, my heartbeats. Heartbeats I hadn't held in a year.
Sunsets, lattes, Gothenburg, dances.
We listened to Bruce Springsteen from a rooftop
and bathed in ice cold waters.
In two weeks I'm planning to come back to the east coast, back to the mediterranean.
Back to my favourite pair of arms.

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