It was noon when I caught a whiff of him.
But maybe..it was..a dream.
Or my imagination.
Or maybe it was something that reminded me of him?
A painter with a canvas?
The scrisp fall breezes that he loves?
But I know... in my heart... I saw him.
For a hint of a moment.
I walked on, love in my heart was replaced by doubt.
"Four years, you think he'd return?", I scolded myself.
Then, there it was.
I was walking to Cafe Du Monde when I felt it:The surge in my heart.
He was here... I could feel it.
I ignored myself and walked on.
I was so blinded by thought that I didn't notice the tall figure that bumped into me.
We both apoligized at the same time.
Then I saw it.
His face.
Aged perfectly and his body: a miracle of perfection.
Air struggled into my lungs as the shock filled me.
The surge continued until it pained me.
Finally I breathed in.
He studied me.
I look young, but I've been blessed with womanly features.
He knew.He remembered.Gasped. Then smiled.
I stared.
The love returned,boiled wanting to be released but wasn't welcome yet.
Suspense took over.
We stared.
Daring each other
to open our mouths.