i like to think the

cars rushing,

cheeks flushing,

crowds talking,

men walking,

don’t stress my soul the way they do.

i’ve never been a city person,

yet for you i wanted to be.

i’ve been on every subway cursing,

just for your face to light up

when you see,

all along it could’ve been me.

now i sit and drink from my lonely cup,

the busy lights there out my window.

i’ve never been a city person though

you left and i’m here,

holding on to memories

back when you held all my remedies,

now this place is full of fear