Her Pretty Sky
Witnessing the hues of orange and yellow splattered with the different blobs of grey, she took a sharp breath marveling over the sky. She sidled closer to me. With my piqued interest in her, I faltered a few steps in my mind. 'I'm witnessing such a pretty sky after so long, isn't it so pretty?' she had exclaimed. Nervously, unable to even look at her, I had whispered a hushed, cracked, 'Yes' wondering, questioning her gaze. Wishing me a great day, she went away after tugging at my heart. The unexpected short conversation, her charming vibes lingering around, and her pretty sky - all beckoned me into this alluring state. Every day, I still yearn for another chance encounter with her as I keep on walking down the same streets. Another conversation, this time just a bit longer. And this mere hope of things rolling over and into the gulf of good times.
-