The wind blowing her
blonde hair, covers her face.
She brushes the hair away
with her hand.
Eyes shine a
bright blood red.
The sweater clung tight
to her small frame.
In comparison the park
looks drab. As I stare at her she
glances my way and smiles.
The wind whips up.
Forcing me to close my eyes.
when I open them she is
gone.
I am left alone.
Wondering who
she was and if we
would meet again.