Six hours after I thought I saw you on the bus, I was still looking over my shoulder. Suddenly I was seeing my hair the way you might have been seeing it – my tangled headphones, my tapping foot, my posture slightly slouched against the glass of the window – all through your eyes instead of mine. I wish I wore something other than this old black hoodie today.
Words: Kyleigh McPhillips. @wildsomethiing
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