The Even Now
Even now I feel us sheepishly walking the planks around the Empire State Building. Even now I taste your smoky kiss through the icy fog on New Year's Eve at the Trash Bar. Even now I hear your hot pink pick on your acoustic guitar, playing 'Slide.' Even now I see your classic grey allbirds jumping across the rusty rails to the gum-stained floor of the subway car. Even now I smell the cedar wood and leather from your handmade Brooklyn cologne.
Even now I feel us waiting in the steaming heat of South Beach to get into my first club as I turn 21. Even now I taste our bitter coladas from Versailles at 3AM in the morning. Even now I hear the bass in your BMW as you drive me back to campus. Even now I see my sparking rose gold stilettos in your hands as you give me a piggyback back to the parking garage on Alton and Lincoln Road. Even now I smell the salty seaweed on the beach surrounding us at that tiki bar I begged you to take us to on the inlet.
Even now you are Brooklyn and I am Miami. Even now I wonder where 'even now' is...how can we find it again?