I can't remember the shape of your face,
the curl of your hair,
the warmth of your smile
but I remember your eyes
and the way they look
when you look at me

I can't remember if I still love you
or if you have good taste in music
or if you can dance
I don't remember the sound of your voice
but I remember the way
it feels when you hold me

Unsettled,
Tossing and turning beneath the covers,
My head filled with empty words,
Deafening silence,
An engine at full speed,
I watch the night pass,
Each second dragging its chains
Through the dark,
Not even the stars can shine their light
And I lay here,
Tears rolling down my face
Because I want them to be free,
To transform the darkness
Into the sunlight,
Watch as the sky bleeds orange sunlight,
A lilac haze,
And although the heavy weight of fatigue
Is pressing down on me,
I feel proud to say that I saw something beautiful,
**I saw the birth of another tomorrow.

Dear New York City,

It is eleven on a rainy saturday and we are all still half asleep. I think I've forget what noise is. It so quiet here, its like everyone has forgotten the sounds of living. And how loud they could be, and how loud they should be. I've heard silence is a sign of insanity. I miss you car horn melodies that reminded me how that sanity was overrated.

Dear New York City,
I hope you know that I fell in love with you in five days. With you, I was drunk off a future I forgot could exist. Did you know all they do here is talk about you. Sometimes I look at my buildings from different angles pretending its you. This is how my heart breaks.

Dear New York City,
I love the way Manhattan tastes on my lips. It sounds like being young and dumb, like falling in love, it doesn't sound like high school, or retirement or me.

Dear New York City,
I am filled to the brim with the young, the terrified and the restless. Filled with dreamers, stuck in a small town dreaming of a big city. They wear your emblem on their chest, dreams falling from their backs. I think you should give them a call. I think we all need to hear from you.

Dear New York City,
Next time, take me with you.

Sincerely,
Smalltown Ohio.