1:11 A.M. -Manhattan Bound

I guess at the end of the day
If you asked me how I wanted to
Remember it I would say I want
To remember it slowly, like waiting
For the A train at midnight, remember
The simple joy of an open seat,
The ache in my back and often
In my heart, the familiar glow of
The green lamps, the lovers
Whispering, the saxophone
Interrupting and then informing
My thoughts.
I want to remember hurting,
Missing him, missing it.
I want to remember struggling.
To remember it warmly, the
Radiator burning my hand and
Warming my feet, the kindness
Of friends and strangers.
I want to remember the moment
I knew it was home in a far off way.
Home is where your heart is.
But for now, I don’t have to remember
It. I’m in it. I’m giving my breath and my
Soul to it, I’m falling in love with it and

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