Stolen Apple

How does it feel,
to know the secrets
of an entire city?

I saw a seagull today with a broken wing.
He was walking down Bleecker Street.

I went by your old place on West 4th Street.
I find it strange that I remember it all but can't remember
this place before you. 

How do I get my city back?

I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight
and it wasn't with you.

So cliché yet so lovely,
after all this stolen apple
is where everyone's dreams are crushed.

The fog of forgotten memories
blankets the cracking pavement.