I saw a girl today that reminded me of my first love. Her face begat a familiar sensation, I hadn't felt in many years. I gazed through the crowd watching her work her station in the kitchen of a restaurant that had just opened in my home town. Its strange really. This is my home, but I've never seen her before. As i watched her work I toyed with the thought of speaking to her. I say toyed with, because I never truly considered performing the act. The past is the past, right? At least I've been told that all my life. No use letting my mind wander about aimlessly backwards, I suppose. I smiled to myself and exited the building with my head in the clouds.
How very much like you she appeared. Maybe its me projecting you onto others. I shouldnt think too much on it. Ill make myself crazy.
I climb inside my worn down car and drive off further down the road. Silence encompasses the following hours as I travel the same path I do every week. The wind carrries the falling leaves against my windows and produces a light tapping sound reminiscent of mice running about a tiled kitchen floor. It draws my mind back to the girl at the restaurant. I push the thought out once more.
I turn left pulling ahead of the gate. The place is empty... Not surprising to be honest. I park my car in the spot closest to the open field, and step out. Roaming the field i look into the sky trying my best to empty my mind, but it always begins racing at this point. Soon i locate the correct lot, sit down, and lean against the tombstone. I admire the glint of the ring on my finger, and rest my eyes. "I thought I saw you again today."
