"That was pleasant."
We walked downtown
Past shops and stores
Past people who's lives
We would never get to know.
"We should do it again."
She nodded sadly
While muttering something
That I could not understand.
We continued our journey
In a comfortable silence
Before reaching the record store
Where we finally parted ways.
"When can I see you?"
She thought for a moment.
"I'll be here
Every Saturday afternoon
At two sharp."
"I'll see you then."
I waved goodbye
And headed home
Still wondering about
How much of a mystery
Arabella was.
How little I knew about her.
But one thing I was certain of
Was that she
Like many others
Was a beautiful tragedy
Waiting to die
While life passed her by.
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deep
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