Photos& Poetry

[Nicole]

Mystery man, watch him walk slowly in the dead of the night.
He treads slowly.
In his mind he plays back that photographic memory of her face, she's out there,
somewhere in the midst of the roads.
He paces, longing for her touch, so gentle, so kind, the presence she brings is enough to last a lifetime.
Like a record stuck on repeat, her face is imprinted in his mind.
He's searching for her, running the streets,
not knowing what he will do if they were to come across each other.
Short of breath, watch this mystery man, his heart won't stop but his feet glued to the gravel.
As he see's her face, her moving, reality.
His body catches his heart like quicksand before it jumps through the emotions of the night.
Speechless, he waits, searching for just the right words to say.