on Sunday, October 22, 2006
It just seems like a page of out a novel or a scene of a movie.
I was sitting on a park bench, alone. My gaze held no expectations and without focus. It was just me for a while. I couldn’t recall where he came from or when he sat next to me. All that made sense to me was the warmth of his hands and the rhythm of his breathing. He didn’t say anything and he didn’t have to. I knew everything that I needed to know.
Then I woke up.
Sometimes it is just not meant to be. I will have to remember that.
Carina
9:15:00 PM
