new york city

it's not a place to dwell
on anything or anyone, especially
the latter. since no one really matters
to anyone else. it's a selfish town,
but not devoid of compassion. though
one person's warmth can seem cold
to a soul with the city's fuel burning
in their veins, driving them in and out of its streets
and lives. and their warmth
can be scalding.
"keep moving, don't look back."
it's anathema to a dreamer, a wanderer. for us,
it's not a place to dwell.