Looking down at
my feet I
saw you,
dirty, on your knees as
if you were thrown
from an invisible steed or
about to propose.
I shifted the
weight of my
bag and found my voice,
momentarily
blinded by the
deep grey of your kind
eyes, there was
something
almost familiar
about them.
"Are you alright? Did
you lose something?"
YOU ARE READING
Unforgotten
ŞiirOur story started years ago; we were childish versions of Romeo and Juliet. Book #4 of the Unfinished Series by S. Brooks and N. Wolicki
