When it happens….. 

I hoped to see a little more of her. 
As she passed by. 
Slowly diminishing with the mingling crowd. 

The wind flew from the pace I was. 
Took my scent, a memory and a vision. 
She had opened her sails. 
The wind guided her home… 


Quickly, wrap it up. She said as she heard footsteps.
What are you hiding? Asked the ripened voice.
Nothing. She shrugged off his hand.
Let me see what is it.
Grow up. He said.
She laughed with a grin so big.
Grow up, me? Are you kidding. 
Who’s the baby here.
Me or the one who still fears a rat in a bottle. 

Age can just be a number you know…..