She wrote about you, on every bus stop she came across, on the subway somewhere in downtown Manhattan, on top of the Empire State Building, on that sidewalk in Queens, she wrote about you, wishing you were her last stop, and somewhere deep down in that pure heart, she knew you would shut down before the city does. Therefore you never found any of the poems she wrote, it took a lover to take a whole entire city in their heart, how does it feel to be truly loved by a stranger who may never feel the way you do, could this feeling so true, so blue, leads us to something magnificent- you.
P.S. 79th Street Upper East Side
- Alex Antally 🌸