It isn't the same, though the streets are, filled with the same ill content I
knew in my youth
You change them, the moving heart throbbing in this once empty City
I used to sit lonely in the circles of Washington square Park, the island in
the Sea of faces, looking for that one that might fill me
20 years later you were here, dancing with me, shoulder to shoulder, the crowds
of tourists an attraction in themselves, past and present on either side, with
reveled treasures of which I have failed to see before, niches in your past
intertwined with my own, no need to see the apartment where my child was born,
all that was past, lost, you are new and I am new within you, walking streets I
know but never like this, never with a throb of you inside me
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