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.