I see her
By the side of the road.
Time does as it wishes
And slows to a crawl.
Such red hair,
Such a range of shades.
It flows until stopped
by a barber's blades.
And her eyes,
So devoid of everything
That it hurts my heart
to watch.
Her nose!
Is neither long, nor short,
And her lips are drawn
In a pale, straight line.
Where emotion is not,
Potential is.
She has more to her
Than she appears.
A determination in her eyes,
Appears suddenly.
Just as I realise
"This might be the One,"
Her decision is made
And she jumps.
Some say tires squeal,
Others say they screech.
My heart's cry
Leaves them
In the dust.
Author notes
It takes but a moment. And all that could have been is gone, all that should have been dusts. The survivors are left with nothing.
Not from actual experience.
Written October 18th, 2006
