Move on to another borough, another way to reach water with your deep held breath. Remember how two weeks ago she said fall is here and you shivered, now the sunshine is all summer, is all flushed cheeks and neglected duties. Goodbyes don’t get easier just because you’ve survived them before.
This will all end in tears, you whisper to yourself in the solitary quiet moment of the transfer. Wonder at how many years can fit in a life. How many lives can fit in the years.
The city that once was your home glitters at your feet. You don’t know how to build a life that appears only once for a whole year.
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