in the corner enclave, they stretch out in the darkness. the glow above their brow is misty and their laughter seems impermeable. 

“good luck,” they say, as you turn the corner from them, and head out on your own. you’ll need it. 

you’re warmed by their kindness and you hope it comes through in your smile and your awkward pauses and the intensity of your gaze, just before you leave the train and glide over others’ feet in pursuit of cupcakes.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s