Fainting on Allen Street

Thursday, January 15th, 2015

Dear C,

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.