Her
She was walking toward the ocean.
That day she was as I always imagined her. A determined look, a smile.
I couldn't go with her. I didn't belong to that moment.
The ocean was calm, the wind was light in her hair. The sun high, headed toward the water.
She turned around.
I don't know if she saw me. I remember I wanted to take a picture of that moment.
I wanted to remember her, the ocean, her smile.
I'm not even sure I was actually there.
Perhaps my mind is playing with my memories.
Maybe I’m just imagining it.
She said
“Are you coming with me?”
That's all I wanted to hear.
2019-03-21
