Sunday

i am the dark and you are the thunder.


you once said, "i love you" and
you once said, "i'm yours".
now no answer.
May is such a weird month.
I'm sorry NYC made you tired.
I'm sorry the city you once loved isn't yours anymore.
I'm so sorry your future is unclear.
But I loved you for the whole time.
I loved you and you just left.

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