April 4, 2002
I see his city today. It recalls my city, the one I used to live in, used to love. Kindred cities, removed from each other only by a few years. Watching the news on the couch together, how incredibly simple is that? The Yankees, the tourists from the heartland taking pictures, riding the subways, a dinner of falafel in the village, the midtown skyline from across the East River. Simple. That is what seems to keep echoing. So simple to be with him. I'm more who I used to be, more the me I always dreamed I'd get to be.