On the corner noticeboard, lost posters overlap, corners lifting. I read the names and dates; the staples glint like small stars. A breeze flips one, two faces meet, then part. I walk on carrying the quiet verbs: missing, found, please.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
On the corner noticeboard, lost posters overlap, corners lifting. I read the names and dates; the staples glint like small stars. A breeze flips one, two faces meet, then part. I walk on carrying the quiet verbs: missing, found, please.