Written at a coffee shop/diner on elle's palm zire...


DAMN! The lady was there again. On the corner. He wanted to talk to her. She was gorgeous. Long red hair and beautiful legs. He could not pursue her. Heartbroken, he recalled Her. The girl of his dreams. The one he needed, needed so much it hurt sometimes. She was everytthing he ever wanted, everything he needed. Smart, beautiful, sociable, kind. Her memory, warm, but growing cold. He had lost her. They had both changed, not the same people they had fallen for so long ago. He hadn't tried to adapt. She was too different. He would have to reconcile, swallow his pride. Could he do it? Would she accept him again? Or had she moved on?

(c) Chris N