This is Part 2, a continuation of a two part post, titled 'Dreams'
You can find Part 1 here.
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He wipes the rain from his eyes, and looks again across the road,
Trying to ascertain if it is her, through the maddening squall.
The wind buffets her hair and skirt. Still she stands.. unmoved, unreal.
A sudden breeze cuts through him, chilling him to the bone.
That one moment of indecision, with the umbrella closed and the door ajar.
Jumping in quickly, he slams the door, and curses
To have led himself to believe, for even a moment. That it was her.
All sound is cut off. The silence presses in on his ears.
From the cacophony outside, to a world of vacuum.
The only sound is of his breath.
Water seeps off his hair and clothes, onto the seat.
He sits there forlorn, his hands on the wheel,
Staring blankly at the odd shapes ahead through the rain swept windscreen.
The memories come rushing back. Happy thoughts. Sad thoughts.
Is it really such a remote possibility, her being here. Isn't she a thousand leagues away.
Is he a fool, to harbor such feelings, and continue this train of thought.
After trying so hard, since that fateful day. To erase. To forget.
"What if it is, though..?", a small voice asks.
"Would you take that chance..? Would you drive away..?"
The voice gathers strength. The voice is now a roar.
All around him, in this small closed space.
Almost afraid to look, he sneaks a glance out the window across the road.
Afraid that isn't her. Afraid that it is.
But she's gone. Disappeared into thin air.
He looks again at the spot, wiping his breath off the window, squinting through the glass.
"Isn't this the life changing moment you've been waiting for all along?"
The voice makes a very good point.
He grabs his keys and umbrella, falling over himself in his rush to exit the car.
Back outside, in the thundering tumult of rain, wind and chaos,
He looks frantically across the road, in both directions.
Almost willing the Gods to part the white and grey sheet around him,
Just enough to see that faint silhouette.
He doesn't bother about checking oncoming traffic as he runs to the other side.
Such things are too trivial now.
He reaches the spot she was at. Breathing heavily, almost panting.
The excitement, the happiness, the prospect of seeing her again,
Evaporates slowly. Reality sinks in.
What is this cruel game the Gods play.
She remains a dream.
Like the elusive wisps of smoke from an extinguished candle.
Like the joyful bubbles in the wind you tried to catch as a child. But never did.
Like the grains of loose sand in a tightly closed fist.
She remains a dream. Nothing more.
You can find Part 1 here.
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He wipes the rain from his eyes, and looks again across the road,
Trying to ascertain if it is her, through the maddening squall.
The wind buffets her hair and skirt. Still she stands.. unmoved, unreal.
A sudden breeze cuts through him, chilling him to the bone.
That one moment of indecision, with the umbrella closed and the door ajar.
Jumping in quickly, he slams the door, and curses
To have led himself to believe, for even a moment. That it was her.
All sound is cut off. The silence presses in on his ears.
From the cacophony outside, to a world of vacuum.
The only sound is of his breath.
Water seeps off his hair and clothes, onto the seat.
He sits there forlorn, his hands on the wheel,
Staring blankly at the odd shapes ahead through the rain swept windscreen.
The memories come rushing back. Happy thoughts. Sad thoughts.
Is it really such a remote possibility, her being here. Isn't she a thousand leagues away.
Is he a fool, to harbor such feelings, and continue this train of thought.
After trying so hard, since that fateful day. To erase. To forget.
"What if it is, though..?", a small voice asks.
"Would you take that chance..? Would you drive away..?"
The voice gathers strength. The voice is now a roar.
All around him, in this small closed space.
Almost afraid to look, he sneaks a glance out the window across the road.
Afraid that isn't her. Afraid that it is.
But she's gone. Disappeared into thin air.
He looks again at the spot, wiping his breath off the window, squinting through the glass.
"Isn't this the life changing moment you've been waiting for all along?"
The voice makes a very good point.
He grabs his keys and umbrella, falling over himself in his rush to exit the car.
Back outside, in the thundering tumult of rain, wind and chaos,
He looks frantically across the road, in both directions.
Almost willing the Gods to part the white and grey sheet around him,
Just enough to see that faint silhouette.
He doesn't bother about checking oncoming traffic as he runs to the other side.
Such things are too trivial now.
He reaches the spot she was at. Breathing heavily, almost panting.
The excitement, the happiness, the prospect of seeing her again,
Evaporates slowly. Reality sinks in.
What is this cruel game the Gods play.
She remains a dream.
Like the elusive wisps of smoke from an extinguished candle.
Like the joyful bubbles in the wind you tried to catch as a child. But never did.
Like the grains of loose sand in a tightly closed fist.
She remains a dream. Nothing more.
