Three AM over here

I miss the rain and New York City. I don't know what I'm looking for. Did you know that everytime a car horn sounds, I think of your voice in my ear?

I think I want to stand amongst buzzing crowds of people, feel a part of something underneath. I want life fueling around me, everyone inside their own needs. I want noise and harshness, shoveling and shoulders bumping. Maybe I want to be ignored too, just a little.

New York is pretty cold right about now. If I went and settled down, would you join me for a Costco run? I'll show you the signs of neon and my hallway, the light that always flickers when turned on. Would you want me then? Around so many people that don't care?

I think it's easier to hold onto something that's distant and loud. Life gets so quiet here I think I sometimes miss the sound.

Author's Note

this isn't a poem, not neccesarily, more like a short text on how i miss something i never really got to have

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

Sounds like the author is missing the big city....I live in London and know what it's like when I'm away...
It's a funny vibe as it's tough living in a city, but it's also what many people say they miss when they leave...

to stand amongst crowds of buzzing people......:)

Thanks for sharing...:)_

BB73

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I like this poem because it is written with honesty and from the heart. This is a good piece of writing, Ivy. I myself have never been to New York but your poem gives me a feel of that city. Art is subjective. What some feel is great others may not see it the same, if at all. Keep on writing for the love of it. Even if one person reads it or million. Because after each word you learn your writing voice. You develop your own style of telling stories or poems your own way. And you also learn more about yourself and the art you are capable of creating. Excellent work. CLE

[ivy]

thank you so much for this, its very encouraging! :)