A missed connection.
A desperate plea.
I saw you and you saw me.
Your face clear as day.
Fair skin, hair of golden rays.
Your eyes said, anywhere but here.
As if pleading for more.
Preoccupied I am sure with the struggle of the day.
Every corner I turned you were there.
A smile crossed your pale pink lips.
A blush rushed across my face.
I held your gaze for a second, willing words to come.
Wishing for words to come.
The words stuck in my throat.
Nothing came and I turned away.
Regret like fire spread to every limb.
Looking up you were gone.
About the Creator
Christina Oswald
Experiences in life have helped to mold the person that I am. Is she perfect, most definitely not. Both the good and the bad times have fuled my passions in life.
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