He Smiled

Today, I felt different. Absolutely different, because I had a rendezvous with Death. I was going to meet him finally. Such a long time....
So I wore my best perfume, took my umbrella and went out. Oh my God I had left something. My heart! I had left it! I went back and took it and pushed it to the bottom of my pocket.
We were going to meet under the apple tree, which was full of blossoms.
I was getting closer to it. I was seeing him now. He was wearing dark and walking around. He was in a hurry. He didn't see me at first. But then he turned his head back and saw me. Smiled. Came closer and put his head on my back. He was looking straight into my eyes. No words. He was taller than me, with a strange smell. I couldn't recognize whether he was kind or not. Anyway I liked him and I had walked such a long way to see him. We were walking along the river. No words. We sat on a wooden bench. His hand was now on my shoulder. He took a blossom out of his pocket and held it in front of my nose. I smelled it. It smelled good, even better than my perfume. I put my head on his shoulder and. . .
Now here, I don't know where, my hand is in my pocket but my heart is not in it. It's missing. Maybe....

Copyright 2007 Golshan Moslemi
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