NostalgiaI miss kissing you.
crooked kissesAn old man sits at a bus stop,his ragged clothes soakedthrough to his creaky bones.He grips his beggars cuptightly, but instead of coins itoverflows with rain water.Passersby pass by withoutgiving a second glance, briefcases clenched in swinginghands, Bluetooth plugged intotheir ears. A little girl dressedin pink polka dots prancesto his side. Her mouth movesquickly and his takes time toform words. She giggles,drops coins into his cup, andgives him a kiss on the cheek.He laughs a crooked grin.