No. 98 — One day, on a corner, waiting for the light to change,

One day, on a corner, waiting for the light to change, on a walk back home— she'll look quickly back up at you, a flash of wonder, an evanescent reincarnation of everything beautiful that time confines to mere memories, until, at last, that too is ripped from your heart. All it took was everything you loved and shared with her — the music, the poetry, the humor. Eyes locked for a split second, more beautiful than any painting, because you know you will never— but she might. She will. Forget.