Two Years to Life

*I haven't posted in a long time but I found this poem in my draft folder that I wrote as a Goodbye to New York. I felt the need to post it so I could finally have closure.



I wear the dirt of Chinatown on my feet
these flips have flopped for miles
tired, ragged and ravaged
New York has taken it all
every ounce of satisfaction
the very breath from my body stolen
this city screwed me and left me for dead
and I am forever changed.

Bleary eyed I sit on the N train that takes me back to
Brooklyn at night
a borough as unforgiving as Manhattan
the edge of Park Slope is where I rest my weary head
this bleak life is all I can afford
but I barely call these four walls a life.

Over the bridge, the lights of Manhattan light up the train.
All the people that live on an island so small
And island I cannot call home.
My eyes stare blankly ahead for fear I will cry at losing my Manhattan for another night.
A sense of sadness washes over me and I am alone
A lone traveler desperate to love a lover that does not love me back.

My youth that feels so old pacing these concrete streets
back and forth I trudge
from the place I live to the place I desperately need
I do love you New York, I will miss you New York but not for very long.
In many years time I will forgive you.
But forgive you though I may. Forget I will not.