Thursday, January 15th, 2015
Walking down Allen Street last night beads of sweat rolled from my forehead down my cheek as the sidewalk fell silent. I looked up to the Empire State Building; the skyline appeared in vignette as my knees gave into the weight they couldn’t withstand, pushing me against the window front just two doors down from my own. I wished you were there to hold my body, but instead I buckled closer to the pavement as I spit up acid from my empty stomach. You often had a way of being absent when I needed you. But like so many moments in the last year and a half, I prayed for your presence nonetheless.
I miss you.