CXC.

I have this idea that I'm best friends with the city,
I look for faces in the vacant, but lit, windows of large
multi-storied office buildings.
And I laugh, as if being joked with, when the streetlights
turn off as I pass by.
I smile to myself when I feel a gust of wind, or hear a passing car.
As if all of these things were there for a reason.
But what I meant to say, to you at least.
Is that when I went to sit atop the rooftop of my favorite spot downtown, looking out over all the larger buildings just west of the freeway, standing like cut outs in the backdrop of a movie scene, I thought about how you said you missed this city, and I turned and thought to myself,
"The only thing this city is missing is you."