Day 42: Connection unspoken

Two hands together to touch, telling much of this story – it’s such a history. Fifty floors up to the top of the air, a sky so clear, dreaming of the sunshine from just one glare. One look, one stare as we walk on top of this roof, is this real? – your smile my answer, your smile my proof.

Fictional people surround me, my every stairway, walkway and street. One foot step in front of the other, eyes covered as I look around – when will we meet? The girl in the red dress, I must tell, I must confess that she is all of me, once i fell, all of the reason I need to see.

Remember the good times,
Julian