there were words expressed in sympathy over love put on hold when an unfamiliar voice commented in a familiar tone. she spoke of emotional longevity with first love. that passion that defines a once in a lifetime status. all our heads nodded in agreement with her regrets of things she should have said or done: as if she was describing our stories, not her own. silence claimed our voices when she talked of how it couldn't have gone on forever, and yet, will always be; we were speechless in understanding.
leaving in the silenced contemplation, i walked with no intention of ending up anywhere. the road turned and i continued straight.
made like a tree in fall and got....
well, it doesn't matter.