Slouching insecurity,
she steps onto the subway and sinks in to her usual spot never looking up
She wears stress like
an accessory in the form of baggy eyes and unwashed hair.
The cross on her neck
is the only thing on her that speaks hope
However, today she
looked up and in a moment of humanity her eyes drearily met with his.
Passed the bags and
wrinkles sit her warm brown eyes that hadn’t genuinely looked into another’s
for far too long.
Out of relief a tear
rolled down her cheek because she knew he wasn’t looking at her accessories of
stress.
Rather, he saw her for the person even she forgets she is sometimes.
Content and Confident
she steps onto the subway and nestles into her usual spot
She wears joy like an
accessory in the form of a smile and loving eyes
Looking up, her neighbor gleams because from one genuine moment of humanity they've become best
friends
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