Days of Silence

711 days ago, I met you. I was feeling alone that day. I walked to the park to sit under the low oak tree. I had assumed I would be alone. Usually there was nobody at the park. It was old and empty. The equipment was rusty and most of the trees were rotting or lifeless. But not the oak tree. When I got to the tree, I saw you. You were laying in the grass, staring up at the leaves. Your brown hair, swept above your busy eyes, you looked as if you were studying the leaves. You didn't notice me right away. And so for about a minute, I watched you. I wondered about you.