Monday, July 22, 2013

I am not Romeo but she is my Juliet


The rusty gate creaked as I pulled it off it’s hinges in fury. The acute wire from the gate dug into my forearm. I wrench back my jumper to see bone, skin and blood. Faintly I could the roar of an engine and the smell of burning rubber. I collapsed to my knee making them ache and tighten. I gaze up. There she is, as beautiful as a summer day. I reach out as she blows away with the harsh wind. I stare at the ground, then fall back in heartache. My head spinning.
“Please don’t leave me” I whisper.