A love letter to Leroy Street
A farewell poem
On Leroy Street, a shoebox space,
My first New York City embrace.
Though walls were near, and rent was high,
It held a magic to my eye.
West Village charm in every nook,
Creaky floors, a well-worn book.
Sunlight slanted through the pane,
A slice of fire escape domain.
Coffee brewing, mornings bright,
City symphony through the night.
Laughter echoing down the hall,
Footsteps on the sidewalk's sprawl.
A bittersweet farewell, a tear I cannot hide,
But Leroy Street's magic forever will reside.
Memories linger, bittersweet and bright,
A tiny Leroy love, a starlit city night.
