Sunday, May 20, 2007

Girl With The Umbrella

The bus moved haphazardly
                        jolting his body forward
                        Strong hands gripped the cold steel
                        while his steadfast eyes
                        stared translucent dreams

                        Alternating musical raindrops
                        made liquid photographs
                        of all too familiar places
                        they had loved and lost
                        when time was young and relenting

                        His stop.

                        Her silhouette.

                        A tear.

                        A sigh.

                        Gazing upon her quiet thoughts
                        inhaling a scent of lavender kisses
                        He paused silently and noticed wistfully
                        The spotted pattern of her umbrella
                        blurred the memory of her smile

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