New York city
Was it okay that I whispered when I should've screamed. I didn't know any better, I'm sorry. Putting your Beatles vinyl on the turning table won't change anything but I'm hoping you can hear it. I am crying and it's raining in New York city. Now and then I dance alone with my shoes off just because I can. It doesn't make me feel any better but I'm hoping it makes you laugh. The word love doesn't mean the same thing to me as it did before. It's like you stole half of the word in each of my books. I've thought about all the songs you used to hum at night. I used to fall asleep knowing you were there. Now those songs keep me awake as I try to remember how they go. I wish you were here but me saying so won't change anything but I'm hoping that you know how much I miss you. Today I'm walking the streets of New York city and it's not raining. Thank you for the love and the songs.