My drunken lover,

You came to me so many years ago

With a suitcase and a smile

I felt your hands against my weathered towers

Every day as you ambled to the bus stop

I felt the fabric of your jeans

Every night as you sat on my sidewalk

Professing your love for me

And the life you were going to lead

But time changes everything

And as you grew older

Your love began to fade

You met the woman with the pink umbrella

And gave her the love you used to have for me

Eventually she broke your heart

But you never ran your hands against my towers

Or sat on my sidewalks again

And when it became too much to handle

You sipped from your flask

Throwing away all your beautiful love

And stumbling down my streets

I haven't seen that smile in a long time

Only the empty bottles

Love,

New York