She wakes up 7 a.m. Saturday morning.
She brushes her dark brown hair and puts on her wool coat to
battle the cold of New York City in the winter.
On her own in an apartment too big for just one.
She wonders why she ever decided to come here in the first
place.
He wakes up 7 a.m. Saturday morning.
He puts on his black, faded leather jacket and fleece grey
scarf to battle the cold of New York City in the winter.
In an apartment too big for just one.
He wonders why he feels so alone.
It is 7:30 a.m. in a small coffee shop in the city of hustle
and bustle.
While shoulder to shoulder on a crowded street everyone
still feels abandoned at times.
He spills his coffee on her blouse.
She laughs and says not to worry.
And for the first time he wonders if he won’t be an island
of a man anymore, no more isolation.
Their entire lives have brought them to this moment.
The moment that everything falls into place.
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