January 23, 2012

With her elbows on her lap and her head in her hands, she sits in the metal chair holding back the tears begging to be released. She finds no comfort from the pats on her back and shoulders. What she is searching for down deep is him; his eyes, his smile, his arms. She raises her head and searches for him in his usual standing spot, while wiping away the tear that broke free. "He's not in his usual spot, so he must be helping her." she thinks. When suddenly he appears, their eyes meet, and she finds the strength to stand again. She walks quickly,but surely, into his open arms, not caring about the many eyes following her. She buries her head in his neck, and feels herself shuddering. "Everything's going to be okay. I will never let you go." he whispers in her ears, while strokig her hair. He takes her face in his hands, and holds it close to his own face. Their lips meet and move like one. She feels the warmth spreading through her and down her spine, blossoming in her heart. He pulls her head back gently, and brushes a piece of lost hair behind her ear. She reaches for his lips again, but he stops her. He smiles, and she places her head back on his shoulder.
Then the buzzer goes off and I'm forced back into reality.