bye

I cried. As we flew over Manhattan. West side, and then across. Chrysler building, my house. Boxes of buildings. Lit avenues. Million lights blinking for a million people. Mine? I switched it off when I left.
I cried for all the pain and tough times you put me through. Of how you sucked me dry and spat me out. Of how I kept my sanity.

You stranger, you have...
You have silently moved in and made it crowded.

New York, I fucking love you!