Thursday, February 13, 2025

Friendship in NYC

 1.

Two cups, one café—
we share both the silence and
what it doesn’t say.

2.
Walking the High Line,
you point out clouds I had missed—
friendship teaches sky.

3.
Subway packed with noise,
we laugh at something stupid—
the car softens some.

4.
Brooklyn stoop at dusk,
our legs brush without meaning—
still, I feel held close.

5.
You text me “You up?”
And I say yes, though I’m not—
your voice wakes my day.

6.
We split one pizza
and five hours of stories—
Brooklyn Bridge behind.

7.
In the museum,
you tell me which one you’d steal—
we laugh like rebels.

8.
Queens street, late at night,
we dodge puddles and bad dates—
your shoulder is safe.

9.
A borrowed sweater
still smells like your apartment—
even warmth travels.

10.
Waiting at the bar,
you touch my back like a breath—
no one ever leaves.

11.
In snow-covered boots,
we race toward the closing train—
both make it, laughing.

12.
You lend me your scarf.
It’s not cold, but you still do—
love without a reason.

13.
Elevator breaks,
so we climb twelve floors talking—
didn’t notice time.

14.
Ferry ride at dusk,
you point out stars in the smog—
and somehow I see.

15.
Park bench in the rain,
we don’t say a single word—
but I leave lighter.

16.
You call me “my love,”
not for romance—but for truth—
it fits in my ribs.

17.
We swap headphones back,
songs still echo in my bones—
your taste changed my days.

18.
Ramen in the cold,
we share steam and heartache too—
both slurp, both survive.

19.
The city blurs loud,
but you pull me into still—
friendship cuts through noise.

20.
Your couch on bad days—
I’ve cried there, laughed there, healed there.
You never once moved.

21.
We don’t text for weeks,
then pick up like no time passed—
real time, not clock time.

22.
You lend me your words
when I can’t find any mine—
still the best language.

23.
In thrift shop mirrors,
you hold my coat, nodding slow—
I see myself too.

24.
You wave from the street.
I run down six flights smiling—
friendship is a dash.

25.
Even apart now,
I feel your laughter daily—
city holds echoes.

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