Sameer Ansari Portfolio

Holding someone close when its cold.

Fanning someone off when they’re too warm.

Laughing through tears and tearing up laughing.

Whispers of sweet nothings. Looks of a thought your both thinking.

I see my breath when I breathe staining your eyes like glass mirrors. I think I could just sit here on these stairs and stare for hours. Talking about doves and crows as we walk through the boroughs as our hands brush past.

I must admit. I still giggle and laugh, at these small things that we call stars.

———– Sameer Ansari