I made my way
through Fifth Avenue;
I held the bright blue anise sages with such care
since I was battling unexpected winds.
It was almost six,
and Central Park wasn't too far.
Although it was only two days,
it felt like eternity for Sunday to arrive.
I couldn't wait to see her again
and prove her doubts wrong.
She was the diamond
in a pit of rocks.
Luckily,
I was the one
who picked her up.
When I arrived at her spot,
she wasn't there.
It was currently
a quarter past six.
Maybe something
came up.
I waited,
and waited,
but finally at eight,
I walked home.
The sidewalk
was empty,
even with one soul
passing through.
Coming across the trash can,
I threw the anise sage flowers.
One simple sunny day,
ended with a dust storm
unexpectedly ruining the mood.
She never came.
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Short StoryEvan is not sure if its the art or her that takes his breath away. Highest Rank: #135 in Poetry; #604 in Short Story