From Across the Room
Love doesn't have to be Forever
Flash.
Eyes as blue and captivating as tanzanite,
piercing back through the crowd into his.
Darkness.
He steps forward, brushing through the branches
of drunk students swaying in the vibrations from the bass.
Flash.
Hair, smooth as eggs but with the blended color
of slightly browned toast.
Darkness.
He lunges further, anxious now
to investigate this part of a balanced life.
Flash.
Lips, full and pink; so sweet
that even she had to taste them.
Darkness.
He reaches out, he could almost
feel her presence in front of him.
Flash.
A void occupies the space she once was.
A square foot had never seemed so empty.
Darkness.
He tenses up and straightens his back
as a small soft hand intertwines its fingers with his.
About the Creator
Mike Ortega
A proud Bostonian of Puerto Rican decent. Mike relishes in overcoming adversity. A man of principle, respect; Mike often tackles subjects that are deep, personal and timeless, all with a bit a humor. @mic.the.entertainer
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