Your voice broke into a thousand notes
that sang goodbyes
and I could hear the footsteps fading
We called the abandoned rooftop home
for a few hours life could spare for me,
Legs hung, heart sunk and waning
parapets made space for just two
and we watched the sun
extinguishing into the clouds.
It cried orange, radiated red and
receded into the blue,
all in silence.
Your golden eyes changed color with the sun
and I painted my heart black
with watercolors of your eyes.
RED + GOLD + BLUE = BLACK
I’d like to see Mahanttan for once, I said.
Come over sometime,
feebled words came out like
sad songs from your mouth.
It was more an apology
encapsulated over consolation.
The sun dropped at a gallop here
and rose in Manhattan while the notes
came together to sing goodbyes, finally.
The footsteps echoed and killed the silence
before my wails could.
S T A Y
FOR A MINUTE MORE
But you left to live the rising sun in Manhattan.
The moonlight broke into infinite silvers through the
crumbling parapet of my makeshift rooftop home
and the Manhattan skyline made shards
of sunlight fall all over your golden eyes.
Now your eyes are coloring Manhattan half
a day away and I could see the color
gold in the silvery moonlight of my night skies.
And before the parapets crumble for good,
before the makeshift home goes bellowing into the earth,
before the black of my heart becomes gold, red and blue,
all over again,
I’d like to see Manhattan for once.
Inspired by Life in the city, The Lumineers.