Monday, December 18, 2006
For tomorrow.
Remember Destiny?
She brushed past you yesterday in an orange raincoat.
You stopped her by the hand and pulled her back.
She smiled and you let her go.
Her eyes were crimson in the dappled sunlight through the frosted branches.
She didn’t speak.
But you heard the whisper hanging in the air eternities after the snow thawed.
And the rain swirled over the dying streetlight.
And you waited…
For yesterday.
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