I still miss Rome

Even the heat.
Even the scorching, boiling heat.I miss the loud laughter of people,
Those small looks at others' lives
That you can catch a glimpse of only once,
Before they're gone in the complete opposite direction from you.
I miss the sun that never shines here,
And when it does it feels like he's being forced to.
Back at home it's cold, sad, and covered in the spiderwebs of traditions and pressure.Nothing moves, except for the mold and the worms.In Rome, every corner can't go an hour before being changed
Something must move,
Someone must transform,
For this city to keep on existing.I miss the ruins and the old paths,
Travelled by many and worn down by the years.
Emperors and icons walked past me,*
separated by the years but united by the heat, the voices, the change.I miss the three million people that make Rome
what it is,A choir of faces and a mosaic of voices that together create
The real Rome, the beautiful one.