i wait for the man to turn green, wind blows, leaves scatter, the silence is so loud it screams, the sky is thick with fog and the clouds darken.
people sit nearby in cafes awaiting the rain, there laughter and chatter unheard. i wait for the man to turn green. 
the trains hum and rattle whilst the scent of fresh bread and coffee fill the air, cyclist come and go, joggers rush past.
i wait for the man to turn green. you glance up at me. i wait for the man to turn green. your stare seems curious. i wait for the man to turn green..
my face turns upright unable to understand. the man turns green. the walk seems long and you still hold your stare. my confusion is settled when you hand me a note...
wind blows leaves scatter, the sky is thick with fog and the clouds darken, people sit nearby in cafes awaiting the rain, there laughter and chatter unheard..and your here with me no longer are we waiting for anything.
4 comments:
Very poetic...the words and the images.
lovely story. you are a very talented writer!
xoxo,
Micaela
Hope you are well...and I just gave your blog an award.
This is grogeous - very lyrical, I imagine Paris cafes under wet cherry blossoms just starting to come out and grey skies! Especially adore the picture of the girl standing alone in the rain with her umbrella. And I'm so glad you answered my tag - Bloc Party definitely count as poetry. I love So Here We Are in particular, I have to say! xx P.S. It may be a bit late, but when I feel blue (which is often), I make myself some hot chocolate sponge cake with extra sauce, curl up in my duvet and watch an old Technicolour musical - the amazing dresses and dances never fail to lift my spirits! Hope you feel cheerier soon, my lovely.
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