Age

The toast of the town. 

I love coming back to this city. I love coming back in time. I realize that the love I feel for this city is a love over time. Love over time conquers. It creates a mesh of memories. It thickens and binds. 

This city is an old love. It has history. Heartbreak. It reminds me. 

But it doesn't age me. Rather, after a birthday weekend it reminds me to raise a toast to love over time. Love over decades. Expanses. 

Returning to New York is a homecoming. It returns me to a time when I am ageless. 

That is what defines such an exquisite relation. 

And so deserving of this raised glass