5/30/2021 I’ll be seeing youkicking down worn cobblestone alleys of old Charleston, stray sunbeams cast shadows of us so clear I almost take off running to that younger me and tell her to never let that man go, but in a second they’ve disappeared. the glow in their cheeks catches my eye once more and they’re hiding from the rain, their clothes half soaked, but they don’t seem to mind. they still gaze into a storefront mirror and admire how well they look together. what I’d do to be that young again.
troubled now, I find a spot at a wrought iron table, paying no mind to the rain drenching me to the bone. a gust of wind traps me, seeming to whisper I’ll be seeing you I’ll be seeing you I’ll be seeing you a spark something grows inside me, a feeling too weak to be hope, but not quite strong enough to be pain. and with Billie Holiday playing on a loop in my mind, I set out again, through the rain, and continue chasing shadows. Comments are closed.
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