to the girl in the park who said she liked my glasses
i hope that your fruit is always perfectly ripe, and that you never skin your knees
to the man who held the door open for me yesterday
i hope your favorite songs on the radio finish just as you’re pulling into your driveway, and you never misplace your keys
to the cashier that called me honey and smiled wide
i hope your favorite tv shows are never cancelled prematurely, and your feet never fall asleep
to the universe, in total
i hope you soon find peace
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