In this crowded street

Waiting and searching among the crowd

for a face that is not like any other face.

Conversation flows and flies from every corner.

Words jump around and paint the memory

of yesterday or today,

or maybe moments that were lost

through time.

I search for a sentence to bring back

the forgotten moment when we said our goodbyes

and parted to go our own way

each in a different direction.

The rain and the mist clouded the busy street.

The lights turned dim.

Someone whispered a word

to the person nearby

and the laughter brought down the curtain of silence

in between.

I opened the door to invite some warm and sweet

memories so you can take with you to the road.

The curtain came down.

You left empty-handed.

You may also like...

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *