a stranger shot me a brief but meaningful glance
you told me that i'll witness public crying
and that it’s a real thing here
but to not console cause these people just want
to be left alone
it only took a couple days;
caught be off guard cause i always
imagined something more graceful,
like a silent sobb or a single tear
you then followed by telling me that that
would be me one day but you
didn't know that was me just three months later.
on that crowded subway after work,
i was enveloped with
a generous amount of loneliness.
these intimate moments
that were once relished
in the comfort of our living rooms,
in our kitchens,
the confinement of a loud, running shower
not in new york --
this city is our bedroom
this city is our personal space.
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