i said hello. you
I said hello. You ran. the swift cutting breeze, the intensity of how you feel. lack. i stand under the sycamore tree, pushing my dark rim frame closer. shield me, protect me. the lens fail. eyes pool. i think. i usually dash. for you, i stood. cathartic, hurting, vulnerable. i stretched hello and you fled. leaving me with. 'was it meant to be?' Oh, I Ling-