By Dan Slaten
He walks the same streets they walked, passes the same restaurants where they shared their hopes and dreams. She is everywhere and nowhere. Closure is a phantom hiding just out of reach in the shadows between trees or in the lyrics of a favorite pop song. Her phone number is a dead-end street leading to bittersweet memories that seem to swell in importance with each passing day. She is still out there somewhere; the city isn’t large enough to avoid him forever. Or maybe it is. Maybe she was never real at all, even if today his heart tells him otherwise.
Very nice.
Some great metaphors here, Dan. I really enjoyed this one.
Beautiful metaphors and imagery… It reads like a poem! (I read it about ten times… savourin it…) Thank you!
Great description of something which is not there. Ilike it.
Beautiful words