When you first went to Shanghai, I thought it was for only a time. That my best friend in the city, the first to show me down every subway stop and street Would be gone only a minute, that his egoless patience for me and my impulsivity Would come back to make me a home again, out of this city of dreams. And return you did, but only after you refused to say That is was in Shanghai that you decided to stay. Outside that Chinatown Karaoke bar, I spoke to your sister over a joint, And told her that when I called, two continents and 12 hours away, in your day and my night, That my anger at the fact that you would you leave and not tell me, I let show, Asking you how you could ever forget to say when my best friend in city, if ever, was coming home. But I learned that night, that perhaps it was love that kept you in Shanghai, That her Anglicized name is Kiki, that you met her online. And listening to you sing karoake until dawn, "Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? "I'm getting old and I need something to rely on" All my forgiveness flooded into my heart anew. O Henry, I know how loveless this city of dreams had left you. It has so oft left me the same. So know that, against you, I will never long let my anger brew. So please, always do tell me whenever you return, whenever o'er these city streets we again can roam, Whenever you're here to make this city of dreams feel the way it felt, back when I still needed a friend to make it home.