and she reflects at it
from her ninth story iPhone p.o.v.
she will post this on
her social media accounts
and tag me in it,
because she knows I love
the city and pretty things.
her hair is braided,
now more blonde than brown,
which does something for my eyes.
she is a bridge
to something better,
carrying me, a motorcycle
and a dog called Dylan
somewhere just as beautiful.
to start over is to die
and save the past from catching fire, she says.
she is right now and right.