You are someone else's slightly worn-out sneakers in the corridor.
You are the light in a lonely window at five o'clock in the morning.
You are a drunken voice message, for which you will be terribly ashamed in the morning.
You are an abandoned car in the yard, covered with damp leaves.
You are the last cigarette given to a loved one without a second thought.
You are the golden tooth of the cashier at the local 24/7 store.
You - «let's have another one round and then just go home».
You are Polina's wigglewop mix for 5/8: radio
You are ❤️
