Leave it to me
To get lost
On the way
To an affair,
Scribbling down
The wrong address
So as to wind up
Staring up at a building
I knew could not be hers,
The moan of the Lincoln Tunnel,
The scent of its traffic
Clogging me up,
This massive building
With more windows
That god could ever open,
Seventh heaven?
But which window was hers?
Her persistent text
Asking where fuck I am,
Repeating the correct address,
My face blushing
Even though she couldn’t’ see it,
Finding my self striding
Towards her building
Feeling no confidence at all,
Lost inside my own head
Seventh Heaven?
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