Much of my daily quota of joy spouts from the things left behind by others. This note/poem/declaration was found in Queens en route to the subway from a lover’s home, but not especially in love. It was a rainy day, and it just warmed me as nothing had in a while. While I could speculate on where it was going, whose hand provided it, etc., I think it’s best left as wonderful advice, the kind of comment that unintentionally makes you reflect, shift, and say, “Yes, it is that simple, I can, and do love, too.” The little hole is my doing, as I keep it on the wall. Enjoy.