Her City

By: Kayla

A special tribute to a special city

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she cried when I wanted to

but fell silent when I did;

her tears were colorful and

didn’t stop,

her streams ran for miles

never sad but happier

carrying on until the crack of dawn

the sun shines but

her tall structures hide the streaks of heat from touching my skin her heart always racing and her veins on the outskirts pulsating with disbelief. 

perhaps it was the way she knew so many stories

or the way her city never let her sleep; maybe it was the humans that walked amongst her; 

humans like me,

the ones who learned to fall in love with life again.

she watches you and how you chose to let her leave her mark on you.

it’s not her tall structures or her colorful tears,

it’s not her green gardens or her blocks of mishaps.

it’s the people you meet and the places you go,

the ‘keep me busy’ and the walk back home

it’s the realization you’re well and breathing,

and the analysis of people living their lives.

she grabs ahold of you,

you’ll never want to leave her.

too soon could last a lifetime, 

but you’ll never forget the way that the prettiest of them all was not a human itself,

but a city called

New York.