You were wearing a red sweater, beautiful locks with blonde tips. You complimented my flowers when I made room for you to sit. Later, when I took off my coat, you said it gave you the courage to do the same. I wished I had the courage to keep the conversation going—maybe my quick glance at your story concepts could have been a way in.
You got off the Southbound A train at 14th Street. March 8, around 2 PM. Hoping our connection finds its way back.
