awake

I loved the way everything about you sparkled.  You were a dream.  You were New York City.  Big and bright and wonderful.  But I was from a place where nothing sparkled but the snow right after it fell, right before it turned dirty gray.  With you I had stumbled into something I was not from, into a place that I had dreamed of but did not belong.  I was a dreamer but I couldn’t be anyone’s dream.