breathing thoughts

I knew it all along. It was in me. 

Just the same fresh summer air that crossed January as I make my way down the road.

At far sight, through the sea of people, that familiar figure stood, welcoming me.

Each step nearing you, each step reverberated with the beat of my heart.

My vision cleared, as I focused just on that one figure.

To finally see you clearly right in front of me.

Beneath the summer sun shining through that crested your angelic face,

you smiled.

That tiny lopsided smile that nobody does it better than you do.

I could not help but smile too.

From your jet black, messy fringe to your deep set eyes 

and that roman nose with the smile I missed so many days,

a heavily set body suited properly, tired from a day work,

and you left with a wave.

I could not bring myself to see you go.

I am sorry.

I knew it, again. It was all written in my story, in my memory.