An Unexpected Goodbye

A poem about leaving Manhattan in the midst of the Covid-19 Pandemic

“In both our rush to leave the city in March and to permanently move out in May neither of us really had time to give the city or our friends the proper farewell we wanted to. I feel almost guilty for being sad about that—I know we’re both so fortunate to be healthy, to work in jobs that could be done remotely, and to have had family we were able to stay with—but it didn’t change how I felt when I wrote this poem back in March: sad that our time in New York had come to such an odd and rushed end.”