times square encircles me (a poem for YOU)

YOU are the person that misses me, that loves me, that is a friend. YOU know who you are. and YOU, in this case, is PLURAL. haha

the picture does injustice to the real thing

its amazing
the city life
the heart of
a beating crowd

but i cant help
but to remember
how the sound of
yours is much more
loud

its devastating looking
at this magic place
and knowing i'll be gone soon

but even more heart wrenching
to think i'd never ever see you

in america
its pretty and cold

and i miss you

P.S
God sent me here for a reason
and He has blessed me greatly thus far
why should i be afraid?

For my Lord, my God, goes before me, and comforts me. <3