Is it true that for the absence of love,

your inspiration is fear? You must not

have had too much consolation and

companionship throughout your life

then. Who am I to ask for your friendship?

I’ve only got a few dollars to spare either

way. Walking down the aisles of the

Manhattan Bridge, sauntering in desperation

for the moving wind to graze my skin

as I linger over Water; sounding of cars

bleeding through my ears, feeling a terse

rhythm beneath me; a thump, a screech,

a honk, and repeat. I realize now how

slowly time passes without a companion

you so desire. I realize this avenue of

self-care. Yet, is the morning’s sunrise

equally motivating if the night’s day be

spent alone? Have faith in humanity.

That is my Aside.