The boy had no expectations
He liked her
She liked him
Communicating in a virtual silence
With each keystroke a rhythm With each pulse a beating heart
Drops of wine in the glass
She brought sound to his silence
He found music on his lips The muses were alive!
His steps were still to walk
Her steps had been washed away in the sand A weight had been lifted
He wanted to follow her footsteps and he reached out.... but she had walked away
Boy likes girl
Girl likes boy
But that day is not today
Maybe tomorrow... there is always hope.....
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