It seemed so long ago yet it was only a blink since I saw
her, the dress she wore blowing in a spring breeze allowing me one look at the
softness that was her, my thoughts on fire for that brief moment etched in my
eternal memory. There were throngs of people around her at the train station
and I had to zig and zag throughout them to keep her in my sight for fear of
losing her forever in a crowd of stick figures that meant nothing. She was
short in stature but wore heels which allowed me to keep her in view or at
least her hat, a red one with a feather on its side a bull’s eye of sorts to
where she was. Daylight was fading fast as the people kept moving towards whatever
or whoever they were heading to in such a god-awful hurry. Then I realized I
was just one of those stick people only the one I was heading to didn’t know I
existed as the red feather got further and further away. Night fell, and I
slowed my pace letting the sounds and lights of the city suck me in and take me
away, but I will never forget her or, so I say now as I roam alone and lonely
in a sea of red feathers…….
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