Part five ; where she told me her name and wrote it on the palm of my hand
She was sitting on a bench
with music in her ears,
moving her head slowly
on the sound of the music.
I just stood there
looking at her,
because that was enough,
just to see her
in her
purest form.
Then she noticed me
and she smiled.
Her small hand waved
and I waved back.
A shiver found its way through
my spine.
And
my
mind
was
a
catastrophe.
~
Are you religious? Or do you believe in anything?
