I thought I was breaking your heart,
but it was you who broke mine.
And it was silly to think, because you’re a city and
I am just a blip on your massive timeline.
I am just a human. I am nothing to you.
I didn’t even etch a single mark into you.
You are a collection of age old buildings and cobblestones.
You have survived great wars.
I am a collection of breakable, breakable bones
and skin that’s so easy to tear.
I haven’t survived anything.
You became my favorite place in the world and I was easily forgotten.
It snowed on New Years
At midnight, flakes fell
They blanketed the New Year in white
Sparkling and clean
People danced in the street
Lit flames against the indigo night
Kissed with snowflakes in their hair
Days passed and the snow stuck
Only to the grass and rooftops
Ice dangling from the tree branches
And topping off fences
It’s no longer soft and new
But on the third of January
It’s only fitting
The snow is an almost desperate reminder
Of clean slates
But as the days wear on
The snow is stamped down and mixed with dirt
The snow will melt if the temperature ever rises
And when January turns over
Where will we find a reminder of hope