Speechless
Amanda MacDonald
I saw you standing there in the rain. It was pouring but you didn’t seem to care. It made me wonder if the habit really is that consuming. Why else would any ordinary person intentionally stand in the pouring rain? I consider the fact that maybe you weren’t ordinary, maybe you were different than the rest of them; maybe you were more like me.
Each stride I took brought me closer to you. You were intriguing, and I wondered if you would even want to bother with a girl like me? Still, what’s the harm in trying? If I just say hello and start a conversation who knows what’ll happen.
So, I continued walking, contemplating the first words I would utter to you. Step by step I glided toward you holding in the words until the perfect moment. But to my disbelief my legs continued to carry me passed you. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but as our eyes met my prompted words slipped away and I silently nodded hello. With cigarette in hand you waved. I walked on unable to do anything more.
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