But then a few hours later, with the day well under way and the cars
amassing in the veins,
I crest a hill to see Manhattan spread out before
me,
and I take a breath so deep I didn't know my lungs had been empty
all this time.
Returning to New York City after a time away is like
seeing in color after
settling for black and white.
It's turning the
brightness up on your dimmer lights, it's
a buzz in your skin that you
never again want to lose.
I drove alongside the island, watching it
undulate from the Brooklyn shore,
and thought only I love you, I love you, I love you, and when
they tell me I should perhaps learn to be satisfied, or settle, or build a life of good enough,
I will remind them that if a person, place, or thing does not sit like a
deep breath in your chest and
a smile in your heart,
it would be a
dishonor to our lives to stay with them.
This city taught me what love
is, and now
I never have to accept any less.
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