It's a bright summers day and I'm walking down an almost empty street on the outskirts of town. As if from heaven a vision appears before me; so sweet, so cute, in a simple blue print dress. Her short hair and sandals entrance. I freeze, I stare, I'm bedazzled. I cannot find any words to utter.
Her lips move: “Business,” she says, dryly, coldly.
I turn and walk away. Again I could not find the words.
The rest of the day I spend in regret. 'If only,' I keep thinking, 'if, only.' But knowing, deep down, in a place I do not want it to be: it never could have been.