Milan (a poem)

I step outside
And the city enfolds me
The lone pedestrian far below
The late-night spotlights
The skeleton trees
A car struggles to start
I breathe in deep
The air tastes like snow
It runs to the bottom of my lungs
The trams grind along
My sock feet slowly freeze
But I'm warm inside my new coat
Someone drags heavy luggage
Across the worn cobblestone
We coexist, the city and I
It doesn't notice me
Or my quiet moment
But I couldn't live without it
Somehow that makes us even