I saw the ragged tan face in the mirror and I felt the reflection cut through my soul, asking for a piece of me.

And like every other time I decided to leave a piece of me as I walked away.

I was dropped from a skyscraper, taller than the fifty-four floor roof top bar of Hyatt Times Square.

I remember that evening with crimson blue sky with blotches of violet spreading across the horizon.

I wanted him to be there, spread his arms, shriek like careless children, and feel the breeze.

I wanted him to see the city and the world from the tallest building.

I wanted him to see the world from my eyes.

Once in awhile, I would catch him lost in deep thought,

I would see the image of a slender beautiful full-bodied woman in his eyes.

I would look at him and wait till he looked back at me,

I would smile, and he would smile back.

I would ask every day, what makes me worthy of love?

I fell in love because I found a promise, a friend, and a story.

It is a kaleidoscope of memories, fragments of happy moments.

I remember sitting on the soft bed of sand in Coney Island with him looking into the far unknown future of the tide,

I have sat next to him as we drove past giant green hills.

In cold mornings we held our sleepy selves on each other and dragged our bitter bodies to work Every evening I hoped to run into his arms from work, from far away places.

Any end was wonderful, end of journeys, end of days, because I would find him right there, sometimes waving, sometimes on phone, unresponsive, and cold

But I would find him there in the end.