That’s Why New York’s my Home

Anticipation heightened as the bus neared its
Final destination – next stop New York!
Once more being enveloped by all the sights
and sounds that bring unexplained
comfort to me.

Eagerly looking for that figure I’ve come
To love and adore. Heart beating overtime.
Will he be waiting as promised or will I
Have to endure more anticipation?

The air cold, much too cold for an April morning.
I’m here and he’s here waiting for me.
I’m blessed to have this time with him.

We’re among the thousands of people pushing,
Shoving, rushing to get to wherever it is they belong
For the day
I’m sure this is where I belong – right here, right now
For a few moments time seems to stop for us.
Background noises muffled, we are safe – we
Have each other. Nothing else matters for now.

Making new memories, stealing glances and
Kisses as we walk along. Nostalgia taking over…
“Remember how we used to walk for hours
when we were young?”
Old age creeping up in my bones, I struggle to
Keep up, never wanting to give in to the discomfort
Of aching joints and bones. Time has moved on.
Sitting every now and then just to catch a break. Still
It’s nice. Taking photos for keepsake. Photos we’ll
Cherish when the time comes when we’re apart.

Forgot about the oldness of the city. Forgot about
How beautiful and grandiose Grand Central Station is. The
Expansive ceilings, the spiral staircases, staring at
The clock which reminds us of times passing,

Hundreds of people milling about, some with purpose,
some, like us, just taking in the sights and sounds of a
Busy Friday afternoon – routine for most I’m sure.

Stealing a table in the corner – a chance to relax
And talk or not talk, as the need arises.
Not spending too much time on what has passed,
Focusing on the here and now and anticipation of
things/times to come when everything is perfect!!!
For now, THIS IS PERFECT. The simple joys of sharing
A meal, of holding hands, of tender touches.
Tasting the bitter-sweetness of reality. Praying that
Time will be generous and give us what we need to
Remain together and whole.

Winter turns to spring demanding the shedding of
Winter’s burdens. Longing for the warm air to kiss
Us awake to enjoy the freedom that is promised.

It seems that I went running from here to there, looking
For something that was right here all along. My heart
Brought me back to where I started from – New York,
He’s here, I’m here………..

I’m home!