I wondered if she thought about my feelings
after that day?
The day we talked and she
made me cry …
I wondered why the tears came so quickly, like
dust blown at my face then, a slow drizzle on a
misty gray morning.
It took days to realize the
strange transgression of feelings
between us …
Finally, I emerged into the sun
drawn toward the relief I pursued.
I felt a rush of wind just before my
final step up the
steep grade …