You Dissapeared.

April 2, 2009
By , Holland, PA
I could hear the faint sound of your foot steps in the distance.
As I looked up from staring blankly at my black converse shoes,

I saw you.

At a standstill, your midnight black hair swung over your face as you turned around.

Our eyes met.

Quickly your footsteps picked up pace,

faster
faster
faster

And then,
You dissapeared.
Never to be seen again.





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