What's Right

What's the first thing you'll do when you get to New York? she says, and the timing is impeccable, because the bartender knows how to play the song just as your skin tickles. I think of lugging those bags up the stairs at Morton Street. I think of an early morning walk through the Village, of drinks after work with faces I've missed, of sunset over the Hudson and a familiar voice in the subway tunnels. What's the second thing you'll do? she says, and all you can think of is how you can't stop smiling, and all you can answer is You know, live a life. 

There is too much, now, too many bags left to pack and too many tearful goodbyes. All you can think of is the pain of departure, the question marks amassing in your head. But no matter.

One day this will be a quaint memory of times loved and lost. One day this will be what you gave up to walk the streets that never stopped running through your heart strings.

I haven't told you yet 
but I'm gonna be with you.