Sometimes, I still look for traces of you.

The wound has healed, but the questions linger like a fruit fly I can’t seem to catch.

I am not jealous of the life you lead, not even of the women you keep.

It’s the idea of you that I miss.

Is there a you who is right for me?

Is there a me who is ready for a you who is right for me?


Original photo of a discarded couch and graffiti taken by Kate Blanco at the corner of Columbus Avenue and 87th street, Upper West Side, NYC. Also posted at www.instagram.com/kate_isms/.