Natica

There we were.

Train tracks.

They started rumbling.

We ran, laughing.

She tripped over a rock and scratched her knee and ripped her ripped jeans.

We helped her up and watch the train zoom past, the quick winds almost pushing us over.

Then we left. But you forgot your purse.

You ran back, telling us to keep going. So we did.

But we shouldn't of.

Another train rumbled past.

Now it's the next day and you're on the news.

I miss you.

It's been a year and I still miss you.

I love you.

It's been a year and I still love you.

Do you miss me and watch me from the clouds?

I hope you do.