I live in a four-plex, facing a mirror image four-plex across from me.
It’s how they built things in the 70’s.
I often peak through the blinds of my sliding glass door,
Sometimes because I hear a noise, but most the time because I’m curious.
Saw the upstairs apartment denizens across the way leaving, walking somewhere, they didn’t know anyone was watching,
They were smiling at each other.
A love smile, A joy smile, A Yes smile.
Love radiated in each of their gazes, to and for each other.
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