Black Sign

Standard

Sand. Black, course sand.

The envelope was yellowed

With coffee brown corners

That bent upwards, reaching out their

Dirty fingers to your face. There was no

Name on the envelope, no sign of

Ownership or responsibility.

Yet I knew the envelope was

Meant for me.

 

This is what I thought of

The first time I felt his gaze

Upon me. 

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