My friend will keep catching me smiling out of nowhere today; pretty sure it will be because I am thinking of you.
Lights flash in every direction, and somehow they all point back to you.
One glowing sign, one stranger's laugh, and I'm thinking of your smile.
Rushing crowds blur past while I stand still, wishing your hand were in mine.
I keep seeing reminders everywhere: the warmth of you in every bright corner.
New York never sleeps, and neither do my thoughts of being close to you again.