Big city.
We fought and
pangs of fear
struck me.
I could live
the rest of
my life here,
looking for you
on Amsterdam Avenue.
Never finding again
your smile half-asleep,
how you say my name
across the table, your
salute across the subway
tracks. My side uptown,
your side down.
We lock eyes, we lock-step,
lock me up and throw away
the key if that’s what it
means for you to love me
in a city that lets too
many people like us
stay strangers.
*In response to recent inquiry: Cade is still very much in the picture and actually sitting feet away from me and shrugging after I’ve asked him,”What are we? An item? Together? Dating?”
Nice blog. Continue writing…i like the way you write.
That’s so funny…about Cade. I was just about to e-mail you and ask if you guys broke up. You seem so depressed lately!
Stacey
That’s not to say things are perfect, you perceptive reader, you.
We were fighting one weekend and overall haven’t been able to see much of each other. I can’t wait for Thanksgiving. He and I both need to relax and spend more than a few hours together without the pressures of work hanging over us.