By the guppy
Date: 24 January 2000

planned meeting

her vision was only half distorted by tears
as she walked, biting her lip, and tugging nervously at her locket
she carried that weight around her neck for seven years
still hoping that all the tears were worth it
she parked herself, radiant and distrought
on the icy pedestal of a nondescript new york city park bench
several minutes before the time agreed upon years ago
when he said to her
"if everything goes ok, i'll meet you there, then"
to see him shivering his way down the sidewalk would be like heaven to her
i've got my fingers crossed...