A love letter to San Francisco

You take my breath away, my dear

No one else has managed such a feat

I am not easily impressed, yet my jaw is in your ocean

Never have I felt so apart of a story, a place so full of interconnected webs

How can I ever properly share the depth of my feelings

So much has been said before, but still not enough

Nevertheless, I hope you can feel my love and admiration seep through this page


Of course it is easy to love the magnificent red arches of the golden welcome committee

Or the bright homes lining the uniquely fun and thin streets

Or the amount of culture and history somehow crammed into 46 square meters


It is not as easy to love the smell of smoke, weed, piss that just seem to linger

Or the abandoned people and abandoned things, a product of the corporations and the greed

Or the grime that just seems to be everywhere just waiting for someone to care


I somehow love all of it

Because I care

Because I won’t forget

Because I won’t abandon the people and things that make my love the way she is


Because I know who she was

Because I know who she is

Because I know what she can be


I love you, my dear

Please do not give up

For I have not given up on you

I will be there soon, my love

I will be there soon,

My love


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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