my lost city

Greenwich Village footsteps type out 

a story she imagined would be 

some magnificent epic 

three-volume set 

with the potential for 

more. 

McDonald’s fries and a latte 

her company during workshop prep 

pass by lavishly decorated brownstones in October

on the way to literature seminars 

half-wondering what scandalous acts  

the pumpkins would commit this  

time. 

Sometimes she’d catch the early train 

find herself in stacks at the Strand 

before skipping down streets 

in need of Pomme Frites devoured in 

Washington Square Park while the 

fountains kiss the heavens.

she utters a single word 

at the vision: 

please.  

there’s never a good time for a goodbye.

Jessica Pascale is a writer from Southern Connecticut. Her writing centers around love in all forms.