It was our New York
and just as soon as we had felt it
felt it in our hearts
and in our minds
and firmly under our feet
where we felt that it belonged
it was gone
and it became a mere memory
something that would fade with time
but would always glisten in the corner of my eye
even now I turn to catch it
desperate like a dog chasing it’s tail
We are desperate souls
desperate to return
home
© Kagel
