THURSDAY
The weather was significantly colder. The leaves were dryer. The trees were more naked than before.
Winter was on its way, and I couldn't wait.
I ignored the bus as I walked towards to cemetery.
After you spoke to me yesterday, I answered.
"Well the human mind usually doesn't venture beyond what is seen or heard." I had said.
Your mouth opened as if you were going to say something. But you paused.
"And not all human minds think about that." You replied.
I smiled politely, silently pondering the meaning of that sentence.
"I have to get to work." I muttered and carried on my way.
Now, as I scanned the cemetery for your deep blue eyes, I still couldn't fathom a meaning.
When I arrived to the other side of the cemetery, I still hadn't seen you.
Maybe you had taken a break.
YOU ARE READING
Stones
Romance"My mind is a graveyard and I'm praying for gravediggers." (C O P Y R I G H T © 2 0 1 4)
