By: Gabriela Yareliz
We walked from the West Side to the East. We walked through that Central Park tunnel; you held the umbrella and all the bags. You shielded me from the chilled showers.
A bus came, and we were almost bathed by the NYC puddle filth. When we saw the bus; the water; the headlights; we ran. When we ran and screamed, anticipating the puddle spray; when we bent over in laughter, I was so happy that the moment we had just lived was ours.
Your sincerity made my soul at ease, like a good Ingrid Michaelson song. Your eyes lit up the night. Our laughter and bond– it’s the reason why we need an afterlife. Throughout the ages, we will try to understand that which brings all of this joy.
It has been an honor to run, scream, and laugh with you. You make the dark night, light; and the cold rain, dry. May we run together for the ages, and laugh until we cry.