In a past life

It's morning and while I watched the guys across the street watch me get dressed I realized how long it's been since I knew what color the Empire State Building was at night and how it used to smell at 9am in Times Square all quiet and empty snow underfoot and all those people I met at work eating pizza for lunch and us just strangers wandering around Barnes and Nobles reading astrology and laughing because we didn't know each other, never got to, but we shared a time in this city that was now years ago and no matter how many times the neighbors see me naked they won't ever know about that.