
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/.