I dared to ask, you dared to say yes. Tentatively I took your hand and determinedly we climbed up the field. Clouds flew past in the brisk April wind. The long grasses waved like a pale green, storm-tormented sea. Your long frizzy hair was wild, covering your face. How you could see to walk was a mystery. Maybe that is why you held my hand so tightly? Maybe because you wanted me as much as I wanted you? Questions left unanswered; no chance to hold you in my arms. At the top of the hill, you vanished. I awoke stirred, alone.
By Jet Black