New York, New York

[tanner_sis]

As I sit on the bench
In a place of nowhere but so much
I see people pass me by on the street
Not even a glance or a stare
As usual I might as well not even be here
They walk along in their own little worlds
Hope is all I have left in mine
Faith left and years have past
Sitting like a stone statue on my corner of the block
I dream you’re here not with anyone else
That you’re mine and nothing separates us
Not age, not experience, family nor fame
You’re all I have, my hope, faith and humility
You’re all that’s left in my heart
Yet you’re not here or within my grasp
Those dreams, lovely fantasies
They make my world go round, complete
Even in the sickness of it all
I sit here on this bench
Close my eyes and turn your songs into my prayers
Whisper them to myself
I can imagine your mouth delivering those words
The rasps of your voice as you wear your heart on your sleeve
The warm mist emitted as you take a few breaths
Oh it’s so real, you’re real to me
I recite the words over and over
It’s almost like I can hear you right now
Barely a whisper as the cold creases my lips
Eyes squeezed shut from the cold I shiver
But those words keep me warm in my heart
As the brisk wind blows hard something redirects it
I open my eyes at the sudden warmth on my face
As an arm slips on my shoulder pulling me close
I push away and turn to see it's you
How can it be you? My hero, my love
This can’t be real I think
I close my eyes and there’s still and arm on my shoulder
Your warmth next to me
He whispers, “Child, Love, come inside it’s too cold.”
My eyes open and I stare into those blue eyes
That accent I know its real now
I grasp for words but they disappear
I lay my head on his chest and feel his warmth
That brown suede jacket, my favorite, is soft on my cheek
I feel the cold again as he kisses my forehead
I can smell his cologne with the slight hint of whiskey
I’m safe now, I’m with him
And it’s only us on this park bench
No people anymore, just Bono and I
No sound of cars just the winter wind
The snowflakes fly in the crisp air
I close my eyes and shiver as he holds me tighter
Then the wind blows hard and I hear
“Wake up darling you’re freezing.”
His voice, I mumble “Just a little while longer.”
But I don’t wake up to Bono
I rest a while longer
Not even a minute later it seems
I set up from the bench
The people are hurrying down the street
All bundled up they pass
The cars' horns honking
It’s dusk and still snowing
I look up to his flat in the Dakota
I see a light is on
Is he there? Was it only a dream?
I feel empty now as tears stream down my face
I hurry back in the cold towards the hotel
When I feel something in my jacket pocket
The scribbled ink is hard to read
Though it says it all and nothing by
“Sleep tonight my Love and may your dreams be realized.
With warmth in the cold ~B”