consciously ignoring

I put down my book and looked out at the people passing me by. A young woman with strong shoulders draped in black cotton pressured the younger man beside her with her step, hands and clipped tone. He shook long locks of blond hair, feeling the warm summer breeze rush over his handsome face, consciously ignoring his companion’s commands. A small boy chased a small red ball rolling behind them. A heavy grandmother shifted her weight, trembled slightly and called after her energetic charge. The sunlight sparkled off a parked car’s chrome.

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find a pattern

We met in the park, from time to time. I couldn’t find a pattern to her days, no schedule which I could anticipated or follow. Some days she was there, some days she wasn’t, sometimes earlier, sometimes later. Wendy didn’t seem to really care if she ran into me, but she always seemed to enjoy herself when we were together. I called her apartment more often than I should have, but she never answered the phone anyway. One Thursday afternoon, much to my surprise, Wendy picked up the phone.

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rather sedentary

Despite my difficulty in running the mile circumference of Glade’s Park, I am not particularly out of shape. I mean, I could afford to lose a few pounds, but I’m not what you would call overweight. My lungs are burned out from a few too many years inhaling smoke, and my heart has grown rather sedentary. Wendy encouraged me through that first long mile and then took me to her apartment for a cool drink. I fell onto her sofa with a groan as she poured two tall glasses of mineral water. On the rocks.

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waddled and cooed

Finally gathering myself together, determined to go on in my quest for life, I stood up. Six pigeons waddled and cooed as they pecked the gravel near an overflowing trash can. I took a deep breath. I looked right and then left and then smiled to watch as the young woman raced back around the corner, sprinting toward me. Tightly bound full breasts still bounced slightly, enticingly fluid with the stroke of each long stride. Her golden hair streamed behind her as she ran. Seeing me, she slowed and came to a near halt, still jogging in place.

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running slowly

I have always credited my success to the fact that I never allowed anyone else to run my business. I make my own decisions and I do things my way. I tied my new sneakers and started running slowly, methodically making my way around Glade’s Park.

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But I digress

I’m forever amazed
By how much I’ve forgotten
Her darkness eludes me
Her distance haunted me
Thought runs in orbits, repeating
Without destination
But begin another go around
Thinking the same thoughts yet again
Spoiled by ease forgetting to pursue
Even at the expense of comfort
Into her eyes, I fall
The days are long and meaningless
but let’s not get formulaic
There is more to this than structure
Flowers bloom when the sun grows warm
But I digress
Years had passed in ways we couldn’t
For the life of us imagine
So much discovery accompanied
These two-sided reunions
Haves of lives unshared
With a myriad of reflective perspectives
Even while, forever embedded
I would see my Silver
Find her within the languid stare
Of some new woman
Outside changed, different, another
While deep inside, my woman, my wife
My love and my lover alive

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faint pink

Carolyn pulled into the parking lot. “Seven A,” Monica had told her. Pushing the lever left, Carolyn twisted the mirror. Taking a tube of lipstick from her black purse, she carefully colored her lips with faint pink. Her stomach trembled as she opened the door. Her knees quivered slightly and Carolyn braced herself with a hand on the roof of her automobile. Her heart throbbed mercilessly.

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