Pittsburgh, my love

Beauty you and you haven’t changed since  the last moment I saw you wearing the towers you grew and stretch so high i

your gray streets marked with the droppings from cars in passing

leaving their scent behind

making their territory

my breath hangs above me on those chilled Saturday nights when conversations dangle in the air, falling into the sidewalk cracks waiting to be picked up and used again

in those perfect moments are the most desirable

weekend warrior themselves strip their suits and untangle their ties

parading on your streets with their excuses in hand while firing slurred adjectives and nouns

bridges gap from one moment to the next where life begins and ends in a single heart beat that belongs to the inhabitants you cradle in your skeletal structures

looming above me

keeping me safe

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