Manhattan.
June third two thousand twelve
Temperature 72 degrees
Azure blue, an unmarred sky
Life in forward motion
Full bloom and full of possibility
Then there you were
Standing at the sidewalk
Corner of West 51st & 8th
Four suitcases announcing your departure
A yellow cab sweeping you away
Leaving Columbia, leaving New York
With Chicago waiting in the wings
Inexplicably
in the very moment you left
The wind rushed in
toppling street corner displays
whipping up skirt hems, shirttails
The sun turned her face away
Azure replaced with midnight blue
It started to rain
The city and me
Missing you
Tears and rain falling together
here on a sidewalk in midtown Manhattan
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