The man strode in on stilts. His beautiful limbs reaching out far in front of him with each step. Spidery long frame sauntering closer. He coyly glanced over with the clearest hazel eyes, lips curled upwards in only a way I would notice. The buttons on the tidy navy blue jacket he limply wore across his left shoulder winked in the incandescent light as his slenderness passed me by.


You have not gone from my mind.