After that Summer

New York City doesn't have to mean you.
And Oxford's not it's best with only you.
Paris I can make my own
and all the cities life has shown
Can re-created be with memories new.

New York City doesn't have to mean you.
I'll rest again beneath its hazy sky
That afternoon spent in the rain
In Central Park will come again
But this time you will not be on my mind
I'll defy my hurting heart and re-make time.

And when the city lights I see
With this good man who cares for me
I'll toss my head and laugh loud, drinking Life
Forgetting days like jewels (and our last strife)

New York City's mine, you see, and always.
No end of shooting lights above the sea
Those moments frozen now in time
Live just in us and in my rhyme
And they can swift obliterated be.
(Then I'll fall in love again in this, my own, my city.)