I will miss the nervous hope of walking around the corner, searching to lock onto your gaze out of the blue. I will miss turning back one last time, to see you dissolve into the evening crowd. I will miss flipping the fortune wheel on the rainbow, staking a bet on the color of your dress for today. I will miss walking past you, stealing the spark in your eyes and the scent of your wavy tresses flowing down the naked shoulder. I think I'm gonna miss you; more in the memories unborn, than the ones past. Close(d) encounters
