Untitled moments

she stood there in the rain staring at me with a look of wonder, next to a garbage can and a booth to catch the bus out of. the look was noticeable through the window and the steam rising from my coffee. there was a certain familiararity about it. if it had not been raining i would have thought her crying and a bit strange for holding a newspaper over her head. her eye's told the story. someone i knew from my past logistically sharing the moment in passing. I hesitated and sat and daydreamed a philosophy.'how we all pass through here unknowing of this place. simply buoys out amongst a sea, dumb and effected simply by the frequency of the thing. i remembered her there. that day that has come to pass. sitting next to me back home far away now. no one had ever made me laugh in that way. why had i let her go? I was awakened with another refill and a feeling of joy set in. I looked back to find her and busted through the swinging doors as the bus fled the scene before me. for a moment there was a thought that she was simply hiding and this would be our first laugh in a new beginning but as I stood there in the pouring rain unnoticed, I looked down to find her newspaper.

if it had not been raining one would have thought of me crying and a bit strange for holding a newspaper over my head. she was truly gone once more and I promised myself there in that street that if we were ever there amongst the moment again that I would not hesitate and let it pass.