The boy is gone, somehow you are as lost as you thought you would be. Somewhere inside, the bear is...

The boy is gone, somehow you are as lost as you thought you would be. Somewhere inside, the bear is growling for you. The boy is gone and so are you. Lost somewhere together in the bleak grey fog of New York City. How you walked together and watched the artwork falling in love with the painting next door. Instead, you think of the sunlight unfurling in your belly, how you were together, the quietness of love hand in hand. The boy is gone but you are not. Instead, the quiet thunder of yourself, how you have survived each one and come out at the end, blazing.