Yesterday when I got out of work I headed home to do some work around my apartment. The day before I decided to retouch the blackboard painted on one of the walls. When I had finished I was left with a black patch.
I began to see you in it.
In a space black and void of anything at all, I could see your face, your eyes, your skirls. That sly smile you make when you're faking being mad and really are blushing. The way your lips move when you get flustered and breathe in ever so rapidly. I could see it all. Where I stared off into bleakness I could treat my eyes to you.
I couldn't believe how vividly I could see you.
I thought about all of this as I rode the air train home from JFK after work tonight. When I looked down I noticed the shoes on the woman standing next to me.
There's signs everywhere. We just have to pay attention to them.
Today is a good day because you read these words.
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