The Sky Falling Over East Village

The city raced faster than their thoughts, where hearts fluttered against the hot summer heat as sweat beaded atop pretty girls noses all along the rumbling alleyways. The air seemed to slow the fast moving city as cars & people moved against the wafting humidity. Time didn’t wait any longer. Blinks in time & quivers of heat stumbled through the skyline & it wasn’t so strange to see curious happenings in between the far sides of town. Where blooming flowers didn’t grow so upright like how it was in our hometown. Even when the temperatures rested in the late nights & the world hushed in between the tiniest slivers of morning– there was still a low hum that never left. Even in the quietest apartments or the highest subway lines, there was an inescapable rhythm that sat between the everything & anything in the city. The city’s prettiest river banks, seemed to sway much like the ocean that lucid afternoon so long ago, as the sounds that mumbled across the eastside bridge went on.

Sometimes, I’d close my eyes for half a second. I'd feel the aching clouds & let sky fall between you & I. Because too much time has gone between now & then– & the city moved too quickly for either of us to keep up.