i was on the train with a woman this morning;
i can't remember what she looked like, all i remember are her neon green gloves. not many can say they own neon green gloves and as i looked around, the woman with the gloves was the only person on the train with a smile on her face
the man next to the woman scoffed at the brightness of her handwear and rolled his eyes
and slowly, ever so slowly
she began to frown
every side glance and annoyed cast of a flicker of eyelids would spread her lips father downwards and her gaze lower to the floor
she no longer smiled, she hid her gloves from view and looked out the window
watching her reflection, i realized this woman was me
with the jet black gloves.
