New York prefers a palate of gray (when she's not decked out in sundress sky blue), and today everyone wears the obligatory face in the crowd. I hunch my shoulders against the glowering blank sky and hide behind my headphones, but then this song comes on, dredging up memories of things I've never done, things I shouldn't have.
I want to fall on my knees on a midtown sidewalk, overly dramatic, bring the whole thing to a stop. I don't want to go back, God knows, I just need a second to think, but I keep making choices, changes, regrets, and it won't stop for me, no matter how much the ache of it wounds me.
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