There’s a soft breeze blowing this evening,
And it lifts your brown eyes from your book to steal a glance at me.
The way you look at me gives me a thrill.
I act unperturbed,
Barely concealing the quickening blush that kisses my cheeks.
Dare I forget the smile on your lips?
I hear the leaves fall.
I see a shadow fall over the sun.
I sense your footsteps beckoning.
This momentary shyness fades.
You’re just a stranger amongst the trees.
I hum a broken tune but you interrupt me.
I look up, startled at the familiarity of your voice.
How long has it been?
I failed to recognise the curl in your hair,
The way your hands held a book,
The storm you always brewed in my heart.
Hadn’t I changed enough?
How long did you sit there,
Knowing who I was?
Your words don’t register,
I only hear your voice.
I smile an old smile.
And just as quickly as you walked over,
You now walk away;
I stop myself from calling out your name.
I see you fade into the distance and my smile disappears, disappointed.
My tea is cold.
The sun begins to set,
It is time for her rest.
I gather my things –
Thoughts and book and purse.
Someone comes quietly to sit beside me.
I smile my old smile, again.
©Brindology & Arun Rosiah 2016
Original image by Arun Rosiah
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