Poem

I really miss the New York City Subway and New York in general. While on the subway, there was always time for me to get lost in a notebook while on my journey. I am a little bit of a notebook whore. Legal pads, notebooks, journals... I have a bunch. I also have used many of these to write down my thoughts and other creative ideas.

I came across a poem last night that I had written. I have never been one for poetry. The poem is part of 4 pages that I had written one day while on the Subway and waiting for someone at West 4th Street. Minutes turned into hours and I found myself at a bar watching the Yankees game on Macdougal Street.

Here is the poem I wrote:

WAITING

Waiting, Always Waiting
For someone, something
At West Fourth
In a sea of people, always looking.

It happens for a reason
Looking for that Hollywood perfect
that does not exsist.

A connection that is more than physical
A connection that will last

Lonely, Isolated
In a city of millions.

Friends are what matter most.

It happens for a reason
Friends happen.
Last forever.

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Now, After I read this back to myself I was like, WOW, I should share this with people. See what others think. I have never really written poetry, well, poems that were not for a school assignment... I have shared it on Facebook and Myspace and wanted to bring it to you. Please let me know what you think of the poem.