Stranded

It’s a rainy morning,

yet you’re waiting there.

The wind blows your long

and flowing hair

into your beautiful face.

You don’t move it.

You just stand there,

grasping your purse.

Your dress and cardigan

flow in the wind,

but still it doesn’t bother you.

Who are you waiting for?

Why are you so lonely?

Who would leave you

stranded like that

in the middle of a puddle?

I look into your eyes

and realize it’s me you’re staring at.

Do I know you?

You lift your hand,

as if a ghost, not quite there,

and wave.

‘Hello’ the wind whispers in my ear,

and the rain plants a kiss on my lips.

‘Hello’.