I take the stars in the sky and lights by the riverside and a lover's hands home with me, the city's last gifts, the city has been kind to me but not kind enough to make me stay. But my lover is warm and full of poetry and if only he loved me back I could lay my life down at his feet. My lover is like the city, warm for only a night, silent in the mornings. My lover is red and I have let myself get afraid of him, of my lover's kiss and my words running out. And I only have the memory of a night to take away with me, in my empty living with incompletes.
