To you in the gallery when closed, a vitrine

New York City NY

Description

You hang art in the gallery on the corner of Avenue B and East 4th. I lived nearby. I would stare in as I rounded the corner. I wanted to talk to you. You were never there when the door wasn't locked. You looked at me once when you were having a smoke, I was carrying groceries, it was winter. A small tattoo on your shoulder. My hair is bleached, and rather short. That gallery was too empty, it was eery, the QR codes. I considered leaving a note. I considered many ways to greet you.