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I cried
on the F train again today
while New York looked in another direction and
let me,

I didn’t realize I would, didn’t
know how tight my heartstrings
in its absence
in anticipation in
waiting to see if I still had a home, I
spent so much time without one
after all 

And here
it waited for me,
let me
run around the world in adventure
let me
try my wings
and find
that the one place I’d always
want to fly

was here.