I remember the day I walked past Marcus Garvey Park
It was the latter part of winter 2013,
A day just like this,
Me hunched in my jacket, braving the cold wind
Lonesome in a foreign country
No one besides you by my side
Asking me what are we going to do:
The landlord didn’t want to hear from us anymore,
We were a week from being destitute and lost
It was too soon to blow and return home
So, what was I going to do?
I asked you the same too
But you turned away from me
Sullen and lost to your thoughts
As was I, with no tears to cry
I tried to keep our hopes alive—
We’d tried, you and I—against all expectations
Though we failed, but there’s honor in failure, right?
You didn’t answer,
Maybe you didn’t want to, no matter how hard
I begged you to speak
You simply kept on walking
As I did too, with you.