Ruquayyah ♡𝜗ৎ

In New York,

I slipped soft into something
Hard fall into nothing 
but four limbs to pull me up
Four bags to weigh me down
Four jackets to warm a stiff
Just me and more nothing
Hoping for something

From a place with nothing, 
that’s all whatever
Because nothing can go on forever
Nothing happens for months, then years
Wet, dry, then nothing, like tears

I thought New York was a city of somethings
Yet you are no one
A passing nothing face
With the grace from a nothing place

Hey stranger
Could you show me where from here
I hope we are breathing
The same air
I hope maybe the sunlight in your hair 
is in my hair

Nope
Nothing to see here
In bitter November air
Just a lot of no one everywhere


Signed Ruby Bint.