Referencing Love

i clasped her hand as a gesture of hello. although i had not spoken or had seen her in a very long time, that was all i could do. what i wanted to do was get out of the car and crush her with a hug that said i didn't want to let go- not this time, not ever. suddenly, i realized i was still holding onto her hand after a brief stare into her eyes. the hug transfixed itself into the form of my hands gently squeezing out longing and comfort. i let go.
if i had continued to hold longer, i'm sure it would have made us both uncomfortable and render me to think of her more. i didn't know if i wanted to think about her more. i had thought about her a lot before and i had done so occasionally, but actually seeing her was different. just different.

he followed her distant look and surprised movement. she left sarcastically and all he thought about was her state of transformation and how she was doing. so he sat there idly, sunken into the seat spineless. the lot was full of cars and the sun had just set casting a glow of fuchsia surfing with the clouds and it was getting dark, fast.

she left him gracefully swinging away with her outfit palate of grey. she had grown her hair out and it fit her most maturely. oh, how cute. she was an out of town dancer just stopping by and on her way. as she left the stage, slow music crept into the scene and steadily positions into what can only be recognized as erik satie's gymnopedie no.1.

i sat there starting into the sky trying to catch the sudden instant changes of color and tone. i've witnessed chalky yellows fade to soft oranges to light pinks to brooding blues in matters of minutes. It goes by so fast every time and it awes me. maybe i'll catch it this time.