She slowly glided down the stairs, her entire being bathed in the
dying light of a glorious
summer sun, now past its prime. The gently swaying scarf, the rustle of the overcoat, the light footsteps on the
parched pavement have left me but mesmerised.
As sudden as the vision had arrived, it departed leaving me with a warm glow inside. I dont know who you are, where you are or what you are but thank you for that moment, no matter how fleeting, when nothing seemed to exist but you and me.....
What is it like to be loved again ?