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SuddenlyAutumn

Published: Jan 4, 2014

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i.

if i am ever lost, look for me in grand central station. i'll be whispering into the arches or searching the constellation'd ceiling for that one red tile, just like you taught me, our dark hair thrown back like children. i'll be resting my bones under vaulted ceilings on the cool marble, eyes always on the arrivals, hoping that one day i might see your name.

ii.

if i am ever lost, look for me in central park. find me in the green heart of the steel city, soft wood and cold stones. i'll be talking to the homeless man who blessed me as i passed, asking him to teach me what it feels like to lose everything.

iii.

if i am ever lost, look for me in the place where the trains sleep. i'll be laying between the trestles in a bed of day-old newspapers and discarded metro tickets, listening to their dreams about journeys with no end, travelers with no destination.

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