"We sang until the rain stopped
for Phantoms in the wet dust."
Unwritten story by me
I stood there with my shoulders parallel to the sidewalk. The door closed behind her and I took my hands out of my pockets. The fingertips hung below the seams. At some point the sun must’ve set because the crickets were out playing strings. Cars passed. My shadow rotated like the hands of a clock. Feet planted on the concrete. I felt the ground beneath my soles revolve in it’s unmarked parabola. I swear.
Only when the door knob turns do I notice myself breathing.
Just another scene that I imagined vividly in my mind during my day. This time I was on a treadmill working out and I had to stop and write it down before I forgot this guy. He’s still a stranger whose name I don’t know. Maybe I’ll meet him again in this head of mine.
"May the force be ever in your favor, Harry."