I always believed that it was true, that you could never have too much of a good thing. I suppose now, I’ve learned that it’s more complicated than that.
I will always be in love with this city, I will always be in love with her streets, her people, her towns and neighborhoods and history. It seems, however, that right now we are frozen in time.
I have slowly watched as the grid-pattern sets of streets and avenues have become a prison. The tall concrete towers of Manhattan now remind me more of guard towers than the city I love and the people I see look no happier than prisoners.
It’s painful to see this happen. Her heart still beats under these trappings. I still don’t know though.
How can I love you from quarantine?
Is it not right That my mind wanders To the thoughts of another? To the thoughts of an unknown One not so frozen in time I can't lie, to you or myself I've always wondered If I could love another's streets Get lost in another's alleyways Live in another's walls I'm sorry Maybe one day I'll come back You'll have grown and changed You won't be so still anymore So cold to the touch It is with a heavy heart I say to you, my muse My thoughts betray my heart I yearn for her neon skyline Her flooded alleyways It is a call I cannot ignore