The twin city of us
Infrastructure that once connected but now contains new plans, different features.
You and I are tangibly familiar but conceptually split,
Your memory welds intimacy with sterile unknowns,
So different from when you were a city I could navigate blindfolded.
I met you like a tourist
Our inside jokes sounded like an accent,
We learned the best parts of each other like hole-in-the-wall joints no one wants to share openly. When it’s public, it’s spoiled, right?
I am part of your public now,
An ex-pat, emigrant, outsider.
I wonder about new construction,
What neighborhoods within you thrive on your best day?
Our ruins can’t be stored in Jpgs,
Technology isn’t be a reliable tour guide to the best parts of us
Those attractions couldn’t be saved on files or liked by other accounts.
“We” is a lost city,
It’s end dated in cancelled streaming services, muted socials,
A new route on my way to work.
From mutual to individual, it’s a new city code.
“We” had to be halved so each of us could be whole.
I admit that you remain a fervent curiosity,
Perhaps more urban myth
that my mind wanders toward on sleepless nights
Not to reconcile,
but because you were my favorite architect,
The best city I got to plan in tandem.
The landmarks we made together and had to destroy,
It’s how I learned the geography of my own heart without you.