Under the bridge

Posted on by rehmanjafar

There she was standing
Alone under the bridge
She was crying maybe
But I wasn’t sure
I wanted to go and
Ask her if she was alright
But I didn’t want to scare her
Because it was a dark night
So I stood there for sometime,
Silently observing her
From a safe distance
She wiped her face with her sleeve
And she started walking towards me
I quickly hid behind the tree
And she passed besides me not knowing I was there
Her scent lingered for a while after she had passed
And I stood there
Maybe for an hour or for the whole night
Wondering what was it that made her cry.

Published by rehmanjafar

Hello there, You've found your way after visiting all sorts of websites on what we call the internet. Congratulations! While I do not know what brings you here but I hope you find it here or get closer to finding it. I prefer being called J and I like doing a lot of things which means I am not really great at anything. Trying to work on it but the mind is a funny thing. Please feel free to tell me what brings you here. Leave me a note. Also, you will find photographs, stories, and a bit of poetry on this blog. Have a good time! - J https://rehmanjafar.com/

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