Just Yesterday

Central Park

It was freezing this morning, and for whatever reason, it had me thinking about New York. And how it snowed in Central Park, such a brilliant white. I almost fell numerous times, and tree branches sparkled in the morning mist. Up and down the avenues we ventured, our breath dissolving before us. It took everything in me not to start a snowball fight with you – a spontaneous burst, like fallen stars and angel aura quartz. Clusters of flakes beneath Christmas trees of December 26. The paths were carved with flannel footprints and ice kisses. A piano playing softly when you took me into the Trump Building. And we scarfed down turkey burgers and ate so many sweet potato fries. And I couldn’t help but think what a sweet memory this would make someday.

A Thank You Letter

Snow Covered Ground

With you, I had someone. A fellow snuggler, someone that would lend me a t-shirt and stick my towel in the drier to warm it up while I was in the shower. Someone that would wake me up, in both a literal and figurative sense. You opened my eyes to a new kind of love. With you, I found someone stable, someone good, someone beautiful.

New York

Central Park

The currents of two human bodies, flesh and blood, but so full and bursting with love. And I remember how truly wonderful it was to be with someone, and just be. Under the cover of clouds and tangled branches, it seemed as if our presence in that vast space was intentional.

Thirteen Years Ago

New York

The morning had started off like any other. Mom’s packing lunch, I’m hurriedly eating my Peanut Butter Cap’n Crunch – not because I was late for my first day, but simply because I have never been a slow eater. All I wanted to do was watch the latest episode of Degrassi and admire Aubrey Graham in his pre-Drake days.