New York City
Saw you through the glass on a train that sat longer than usual. Our eyes met and couldn?t help but smile. You stood there in mules, dark hair and beautiful. Sneaking glances, we caught each other. I pulled out a book to further my disguise, though I had no intention to read. The train moved at last, we smiled once more and held it until the glass turned you into a distant blur. I hope you had a great day.
Posted: Thursday. March 07, 2024.
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