Friends

It is a world
beating with angles
with normal angels
as the cirles
go round my head
less than dead
i would go
if I knew
but the wind
spins to make me
dizzy and I
feel silly
as if the rain would
make me see
as you leave
for other places
and forget
the romances
of candy-apples
the touch that
never was
if is just a word
that can
someday
as dreams come true
yet I miss you
New York.