Commute
(for Elikem)
On Monday you were a face in the slow moving waves of people I encountered on my commute. Hidden in details only my screen could share, my head was bent like a monk in prayer. I noticed you stared a little on Tuesday. The train had lurched and the suddenness had forced my head up. You probably caught a look of my face then. And then stared, hoping to catch another look. Hoping…
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