Dear New York
You feel a bit like my bed after lovers came and went
Leaving only an eery aroma of musk on my sheets
You are full of memory but devoid of life
It’s okay that you got tired of the waking
That you needed a break
To find
Yourself
For now we’ll have quiet masquerades in the streets
Dear New York
I’ll wait
My loyalty to a lover knows no bounds
And when you rise
I’ll be there
With coffee
On your bedside
Dear New York
Take your time
We need you
I…need you
-Dear New York…I’ll Wait
~ Written during the spring of the 2020 pandemic ~
