Our Home Alyssa Griesman
As soon as I stepped off the train and into the subway, I could see some musicians spread out, Playing sweet jazz and blues to their Hearts’ desires. As I walked toward the city, I was immediately hit With the potent smell of cigarettes, hot dogs, and Pizzas coming from a multitude of pop up Food stands. From all vantage points, I could see the city’s Ranging skyscrapers, most of them reaching high Above the sky’s infinite pan of luminous, Fluffy clouds. As I turned left onto 5th street, the sound of car Horns and loud shouts impinged into the atmosphere With street lights flashing away in the Distant background.
The infinite span of books, filling up every inch Of possible space, made me feel comfortable And at ease. Yet, despite this comfort, there was heartache And despair lingering inside of me, as I was Once again reminded of what I no longer had: My best friend.
When she left this earth, a piece of my heart Left with her, leaving me empty and Alone.
Nevertheless, the memories that we shared— The happiness, sadness, fear, and amusement we Endured together—all remain in a single place.
Deep down, I still have her in this very store That I call Home. Our Home.
When I reached my destination, my soul was Overwhelmed with excitement, as this city Bookstore holds a special place In my heart.
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