san francisco’s known for its fog
and new york, its cities
and me, i was known for you
there was no me without you
perched at the end of my name
like a comma
incomplete and anticipatory
but every now and then
san francisco beckons in the sun
new york is more than just
one mass of blurred street signs
and the loud comings and goings
of nameless, faceless people
and i’m more than just
one guy who once upon a time
told me he loved me