This is like a bad breakup.
I couldn’t make it work. I loved with everything in me. I contorted myself to fit every need and requirement. It still wasn’t enough.
And now, in these new arms, I can’t stop comparing.
We had a history.
We had excitement.
We had familiarity.
We had love. I felt your love. I miss your love.
This rebound can only entertain for moments and seconds. When time sits still, I steal away to whisper with and admire my old flame.
New York still sets my soul on fire.