Grief
You've left this crowd.
I search for you in this sea of faces;
I look for your face in the face of strangers.
Your nose on a newborn in a stroller on Madison.
Your eyes on a woman with a latte on Broadway.
Your frizzy red hair on that Brooklyn Billboard.
I see your smile on every bleak, sleek street.
And if I close my eyes for a moment of reprieve,
I hear your Queens accent on every City sidewalk.
It resonates in my ears.
It chews through my eardrums like maggots
That want to take me to you.
But I refuse.
I barely ever knew you;
And you've quit this crowd.
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