pittsburgh cityscape

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Portraits of an Ex-Lover

It wasn’t until your absence that I realized all five boroughs vanished when your body was nearby. The sweeping lines of the Brooklyn Bridge became the widespread veins on the backs of your habituated hands. The scent of the waves in your hair replaced the palpable saline perfume sprayed by the Atlantic on Coney Island.

It wasn’t until your absence that the romance of the spineless wind against my back when the C train arrived gave me chills. I had a longing to kiss the mouths of the buildings that licked the sky.

It wasn’t until your absence that I fell in love again.