Times Square is garish and cold, for all its glitter; the languages don't fit your city and you look away. Walk too many flights to the top and a tiny theater lies at your feet. Perhaps the show doesn't fill its own shoes but you love the hushed mumbles and spotlights regardless. The moon is nearly full. It makes its way across the night sky as kids run amok in the streets. We build a tab, and for a minute I thought she would cry, but it was all saved at the last minute. Free museum tickets stow away in your back pocket; you thank the city for its graciousness.
You thank the city for everything.
The dog barks when you get home. It's only because of the late hour; you thought the bar would have closed by now. The sirens are still up and at 'em. You read old journal entries and smile at youth. But at the core, a kernel of unwavering truth. This was always the one place. He texts in giggles. You take the city to bed.
Wake with a smile in your heart.
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