Saying Goodbye to New York



You were mine but now you’re not.
Secretly, though, you still are – aren’t you?
 
I know I left you, New York, but let’s face it,
the break-up was mutual.
“Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out,”
you yelled, as I drove away in the U-Haul,
the cockroaches waving me off.

Jessy Randall

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