I see the gray glint in the sunlight.
What was that?
I turn around and I see your fingernails,
In black nail polish.
Excuse me, Sir?
The stranger turns around.
Yes?
Where did you buy that beautiful black nail polish?
It's not store bought. I made it.
Shocked,
Can you give me the recipe?
No, only I can make it.
Why?
Because my soul painted it.
And then you walked away.
And never came back for me to see those lovely nails,
Painted in your soul's black nail polish.