The old man sat alone on a park bench.
Eye’s reflecting the galaxies most brilliant star.
Four days passed,
She couldn’t remember.
Recalling nothing but walking past him for…
Silently noticing him daily.
Never noting, his smile widening, brightening, as she neared.
As a statue holding the same posture.
Glowing… as if he knew the answer to all questions posed throughout time.
She journeyed towards …the place.
Was she Delusional or was he?
Planning words never to be spoken.
The old man lit up brighter than ever.
They burst into light disappearing forever.
- Flash-In-The-Pan: Delusional (preziosofrye.wordpress.com)