Poetry comes to mind when I think of you

You inspire my poems that I barely call poems.

I miss your eye contact when we first connected ours eyes

It’s been months since I seen you

Wondering how you are

Are you still near the river side

Would we meet again even tho it’s impossible

End of the day I don’t tell myself to say goodbye to you.

I’ll see you again one day for now

have your fun

Until our eyes meet again I’ll just smile and continue walking the street of New York.