Written August Series — Day 5: The Morning After

I’m officially far away from you.

Immigration papers in my hand, a picture of us in another.

Sunny Manhattan rays waved around as the blinds dance, illuminating my small dorm room.

A ping came to my phone.

‘I hope you made it safely.’

Of course. Thousands of miles apart, and yet a smile creeped up my face, my heart full of warmth.

I captured a picture of the streets down below, not forgetting the shiny rays of the sun.

‘New York mornings are cool. Good morning.’

I looked at the photo one last time.

This city is beautiful.

As beautiful as you.

(d. 17/8/5. 12pm.)

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