We were three thousand miles apart, but we walked and talked and watched the cell phone minutes tick by,
I watched the shadows wash across the Indio Hills.
He watched the skaters in Rockefeller Plaza.
I sipped on my bottled water.
He contemplated coffee at Dean & Deluca.
I watched the planes go across the sky.
He watched the skyscrapers touch the sky.
The air around me felt like spring time
The air around him felt like....November.
I went home to make dinner
He Headed off to Rue 57 to meet his wife and friends.
Good night, New York.
Wherever you are.
