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.)